"Because I Can"

[CutiePie1997]

"Because I Can"

(closed to J0k3R)​

Because I can...

How many times in my life had I thought or even said those words aloud? My looks and my confidence -- in union with my desire to get my own way at all times -- had led to me speaking that phrase dozens, maybe hundreds of times when confronted by people who simply couldn't believe I would do some of the things I did. Sometimes I was admired. Other times I was despised. Insert shrug here.

It wasn't like I was hurting anyone. Well, not badly anyway. I mean, c'mon. So, as a Freshman, I stole the Senior Class Homecoming Queen's boyfriend during the dance ... responding later when she confronted me about why I would do such a despicable thing, Because I can. It wasn't like he was going to marry her or anything, right? And, as a junior, I seduced, then blackmailed the Vice Principal of Student Instruction to change my "B" in Chemistry to an "A", thus securing my future role as Co-Valedictorian ... again responding when confronted about it by his then-sophomore class daughter, Because I can.

But, c'mon, like I said: I didn't hurt anyone.

And I wasn't going to hurt anyone today, either.

I finished with my makeup and dressed, if you can call what I did dressing. I donned a backless, body hugging dress without the bra and panties set that should have been under it. It was just thin enough to show off the darker flesh of my always pert nipples and the lack of dark hair that no longer existed where my thighs met. It was the sexiest dress I'd brought on vacation, since it was supposed to be a family vacation.

Family vacation. I shook my head in dismay as I turned this way and that, checking myself in the bathroom mirror. I was a beautiful, sexy, 22 year old woman with dozens of potential suitors, all of whom had the money to take me anywhere I wanted to go. What the hell was I doing going on vacation with my family? Mom, Pop, Bro: These weren't the people I wanted to see the world with. But Pop hadn't given me a choice, telling me that if I wanted the money for my post-graduation trip to Australia, I had to take at least one last vacation with the family.

To make matters worse, the Folks had chosen dreary old England as a destination for our Spring Break. For six days, all it had done was rain. I hadn't met a single eligible man to either go to dinner or go to bed with. The shopping sucked. Pop's historical architecture walks and Mom's art appreciation tours had driven me nearly to the point of madness. I kept telling myself to endure ... to remain sane ... to picture the fun I'd have in Australia.

Because I can, I told myself. I can survive this ... because I can.

But I couldn't. If I didn't have some fun and have it now, I was going to go berserk! To make matters that were worse even more worse, there had been a terrorist threat that had the four of us stuck in the hotel indefinitely. Pop, who worked in the State Department, was now at the Embassy talking to ... oh, who cares to who. And Mom had been glued to the television endlessly.

And Bro...?

As I adjusted my firm, "B" cupped breasts within the tight fitting fabric, I recalled how many times over the past days I'd caught him ogling me in my tight fitting yoga pants or high riding shirts. He'd been checking me out for years, of course, ever since he realized that staring at a beautiful girl could make his cock feel good ... or rather, that stroking it in private after staring at a beautiful girl could make his cock feel good. But hey, that was just what younger brother's did, right? I never gave it much thought, and was certainly never offended by it. In fact, I'd masturbated a few times over the years to the thought of introducing my brother to the joys of sex. But, of course, I'd never taken any steps toward fulfilling such fantasies.

Until now.

Something had changed about my only sibling. He'd grown more observant of women, another way of saying that he was demonstrating his horniness by staring not only me more in my form fitting clothes but at every shapely girl and woman who'd passed by him. Dozens of times, I'd peaked down to find a definite bulge in his pants that told me he was loaded and ready to fire if only he could find a target.

He and I had never talked about such things as sex or relationships or girl friends. Hell, now that I was away at University, I rarely talked to him live, instead talking via text every few days or so. I'd never been a very good sister, to be honest. I'd never shown him the attention a little brother deserved. Never gotten him a date with one of my sluttier friends, as most of my sluttier friends had done with their younger sibs'. But there was little doubt in my mind that my brother had a distinct and growing need to breed while on this vacation.

I felt kind of bad about having ignored Bro for all that time. And now, bored to death with this vacation to Hell, while simultaneously suffering from being ignored by London's male populace, I was feeling both sympathetic for my male sib' ... and a bit horny for him as well.

Because I can, I had told myself when I first seriously thought about seducing my own flesh and blood. I'd laughed, of course, embarrassed at the thought of it all. How could I even consider such a thing? It was just a fantasy, never to be fulfilled. Or ... not? My brother needed to get laid, maybe for the first time...? I had no idea whether or not he was a virgin. Either way, my brother needed. And so did I. So ... why not?

I looked myself over once more, then exited the bathroom and walked over to the door connecting the room I'd been sharing with him to the room my parents had been staying in. I found my sibling sitting at the dining table, his eyes glued to his smart phone; and my mother sitting on the couch, her eyes glued to the telly. I found my own phone, headed to the balcony, and sent Bro a text:

Tell mom u r going to lobby for lunch.
Come to our balcony.
Lock the connecting door behind u.
I need to talk to u.​

It was a couple of minutes before I heard the connecting door close and lock, followed by my sibling's voice at the balcony's open sliding door. I was leaning against the balcony in a pose that I was sure would cause my Bro's cock to harden instantly...

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Only half turning my head to catch him in my peripheral vision, I casually held out a bottle of skin moisturizer, asking softly, "Would you mind putting this on me before I go out?"

I wasn't going out, of course. Hell, there as no where to go out to! Even the Hotel's bar and restaurant were closed, limiting us to room service if we wanted anything other than vending machine food and drink.

"I'd ask mom to do it," I continued, "but then she'd tell me I couldn't go anywhere ... that it's too dangerous."

I let my shoulders fall a bit more forward, and by the sudden chill, I could tell that my dress had fallen a bit farther, maybe even showing off a bit of the cleavage of my firm, shapely ass.

"You mind?" I asked innocently.

Lorna Lee
33B-24-34, 5’8”, 118 lbs.
Fit and firm, well rounded.

 

[The_J0k3R]

When our parents had announced that we were taking a family vacation to London, I had high hopes. Really, London was a whole different world from our suburban existence, and I was eager to see what a city of that size had to offer. And to be fair, the first couple days of museums and tourist traps were interesting... but my 18-year-old mind was easily distracted. I'll be the first to admit I was a victim of raging hormones. It was so bad, at this point, I had even taken to checking out my own sister!

And she was smoking hot. Her fit body, and those tight little outfits, left little to the imagination, but my imagination had been running wild thinking of her anyways. Not that I had any, uhh, real-world experience to draw on. Besides, she was my sister! That was gross, right? Surely she would think so. She was so hot, she could have any guy she wanted. What the fuck would she want with her own brother, fresh out of high school?

We didn't have a whole lot in common, either. She was a sexy college coed, after all. I wasn't even going to college! In the fall I would be attending a local trade school to learn the basics of working construction, and hopefully land an apprenticeship soon after. I had never been very good in school, but I was pretty good with my hands. I had even been working part time for the last few months, on the weekends, helping a crew of guys building houses in a nearby new subdivision.

That job had definitely helped me beef up a bit though. It was hard work and heavy lifting and sweaty but totally worth it. And the pay sure beat the fuck out of working at a coffee shop!

But anyways, back to London. We were on lockdown due to some kind of supposed "terrorist threat". I was killing time scrolling through facebook when I got an unexpected text message from my big sister in the next room. I followed her instructions to the letter, curious as to what she was up to. I lied to Mom, and locked the connecting door behind me, and made my way to the balcony, where I found my older sister in a skin-tight little white backless dress. She wanted me to rub some moisturizing creme into her back.

"Uhm, sure," I said, hesitantly, stepping towards her and taking the bottle. The tips of my fingers brushed over hers. The sight of her lithe, sexy form stirred a reaction in my loins that I was entirely too familiar with. We had shared this hotel room for the last handful of days, and I hadn't been able to find any time to get myself off. As it was, the slightest provocation was more than enough to stiffen my rod.

I squirted some of the white cream into my hand, and set the bottle on the railing beside her. Tentatively, I reached out, pressed my hand into the middle of her back, and watched as goosebumps flared out across her flesh from the cold cream. My other hand joined in, and I started rubbing upwards towards her shoulder blades, working the stuff into her skin.

"So where are you sneaking off to, Sis?" I asked her. I was having a hard time peeling my eyes away from that amazing ass cleavage she had on display, and I had to wonder if she knew just how much of her body she was showing off...



John
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[CutiePie1997]

I felt my body explode in goose bumps at the feel of my brother's hands upon me. I didn't know whether it was the cold, soothing lotion on my skin or the hot, taboo lust below it, but a chill ran up my spine that only intensified my desire to fuck my little brother.

I knew it was wrong to have such thoughts about John, just as he knew it was wrong to have such thoughts about me. The difference between us was that I'd already decided I'd have my brother before this day was out.

"So where are you sneaking off to, Sis?"

"Doesn't matter," I said over my shoulder in a soft voice. As his finger tips caressed over my skin, I let my body shift slowly about. I wanted John to understand that I was enjoying his touch, not just the moisturizing of my smooth skin. I half peeked back to him, adding, "I just need to get out for a while ... maybe meet someone..."

I turned just enough to be able to look into my brother's eyes as I clarified, "Meet a man. I'm lonely ... you know?"

I stared at him knowing that with my upper body half turned as it was, the outer roundness of my left breast was easily within his view. I doubted he could see my nipple, but if he could ... only the better. I wanted John to get an eyeful. And I wanted him to know that I wanted him to get an eyeful, or at least know I didn't care if he did.

I reached an extended finger tip to my side and traced it from my bare hip upwards as far as I could reach, which only made my breast more obvious to him. "Spread some here, okay. Hard for me to get to."

As I turned to look out upon London again, the dress slid a bit further down my upper arms again. I could feel the dress slip down my ass cheeks another inch or so. Although I couldn't see my backside, of course, I was pretty sure that at least half of my ass was now on full display to my brother.

"Do you get lonely?" I asked John as I felt his hands smooth the lotion upon as of yet untreated skin. I waited for his answer, then half peeked back again and asked point blank, "John, are you a virgin?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

Her gaze and her touch directed my hands, and I followed her lead as I stood behind her. Both my hands were well-coated with the moisturizing cream. I gripped her at her hips and pressed my hands firmly into her exposed flesh, and worked upwards from there along her sides.

The tiny little dress she was wearing was practically falling off her. Just looking down, I could see more of her bare butt than had ever been on display for me, but she seemed totally comfortable in her current state, and I wasn't about to try and cover her up. As my hands came up to just below the swell of her tits, she told me she was lonely. "I know the feeling..." I responded.

It was the truth. All through high school, I had never found a girl that I really "clicked" with. I had a few dates or whatever, but nothing ever worked out. I was pretty sure there was something wrong with me, at this point.

But right now, with my hands on my sister like this... this was the farthest I had ever gotten with any girl! I could feel the uncomfortable swelling in my jeans, my cock straining against the stiff fabric, contained as it was against my thigh. My fingers dug into her flesh. Something was telling me, by the way she gazed at me, the way she responded to my touch, that she was enjoying this in ways she shouldn't. Much the same as I was.

And then she asked if I was a virgin. I coughed. I gulped. I'm quite certain I turned a shade of red quite reminiscent of a tomato. My fingers gripped her tighter at her sides, just below her breasts. "Yes."

 

[CutiePie1997]

Although I'd been certain that John's answer would be affirmative, I'd been less certain about whether or not he'd so easily answer me. I was pleased when he did. I half turned again, looking him right in the eyes as I smiled. My movement caused his slippery left hand to slip forward, momentarily brushing against the lower curvature of my firm breast before he pulled it away. I was tempted to tell him it as alright to touch my titty but didn't. I was pretty sure that would freak him out. Instead, I hesitated a moment, taking in the deep red of his face before saying softly, "Good. Good for you, I mean."

I turned to look out upon London again, adding, "It's a mistake to give it away before you're ready." I wriggled my body in his hands as an indication that he should continue. After a moment, I confessed, "I did." I half glanced back to him again, clarifying, "Surrendered my virginity, I mean. I was only ... well ... that doesn't matter."

I reached my right hand up to the middle of my chest to clutch the dress to my cleavage and turned to face my brother. I stared into John's eyes for a moment, lifted my chin to expose my neck to him, and said in a soft voice, "That feels really good. Will you do my neck and shoulders ... Bro?"

I could tell by the chill upon my breasts that my nipples were only just barely hidden by the way I was so inadequately holding the thin dress to my chest. I closed my eyes to allow him the ability to ogle at will, then said in almost a whisper, "Maybe I'll have to find a cute little Brit Chick to make a man out of you before we leave. Whaddaya think, John? Are you ready to lose your virginity?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

I applied some more of the cream to my hands and continued to rub it into her sides and back, but as she spoke I found myself growing harder in my jeans. And also growing a bit intimidated by her professed sexual experience. Especially compared to my complete lack thereof.

She turned around to face me, asking me to rub it into her neck and shoulders. Why she couldn't handle that herself I didn't understand. That little white dress was just barely covering her, and when she closed her eyes I couldn't help but glance down to her impressive cleavage. My mind ran wild. Why was she exposing herself to me in this way? She had no bra or panties on, just this little, barely-there dress, and even that she was allowing to practically fall off her.

"Uhh, sure..." I said timidly, doing my best to keep my hands from shaking as I started on her shoulders and worked my way towards her neck, my hands firmly rubbing the lotion into her skin. As my hands worked up the sides of her neck to her jaw, I heard a little moan escape her throat, and then she was asking if I wanted her to find me a "cute little Brit" to "make a man of me."

I stammered. "Uh, I... I don't know, Sis... Uh... I guess?" My eyes glanced down to her cleavage once more, an accident, unavoidable, distracted by her dress slipping further down her shoulders, and I knew this time she had caught me in the act.

 

[CutiePie1997]

Even though any man's hands upon my body would have made me feel good, I made sure to let John know that his were giving me pleasure. Oh, it wasn't a screaming orgasm type of sound that I produced behind closed lips. Just a bit of a purr to let him know I appreciated him. I tilted and twisted my head left and right a bit, encouraging him to get every square inch of my exposed neck and shoulders before dropping the question about getting him laid.

As he answered, I opened my eyes. And I found his eyes looking directly at the breasts that I was oh so barely concealing from his hungry view. I'd seen that look on a great many faces before. Oh, I wasn't a slut, of course. But I'd been with more than my share of men considering I was only 22.

When he raised his gaze to look into my eyes, I smiled wide at his obvious embarrassment. I chuckled, then told him, "Relax, brother. I don't mind if you look at my breasts."

And no sooner had I spoken those words than I let my dress slip down a couple more inches, fully exposing my bosom to John. I kept my own gaze on his face, wanting desperately to see and study his expression ... to see and hear his response to having his older sister expose to him her young, firm B's with their fully hardened, dark nipples.

"Have you ever seen a woman's breasts before?" I asked almost in a whisper. I added before he could answer, "And I don't mean on the internet or TV. I mean ... up close and personal?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

My heart was thumping hard in my chest, enough I could hear the pounding blood in my ears, when my sister told me she didn't mind if I looked at her breasts, and then fully bared herself to me! My eyes went wide, my gaze tearing from her eyes down to her exposed chest. I blinked, I gulped.

"L-Lorna! What... Why? What are you doing?" I stammered yet again, shocked. I looked around; we were several stories above the ground, and there wasn't anyone else on any of the nearby balconies.

Her tits were fucking perfect. Even as I stepped back away from her in shock, I couldn't take my eyes off them. My eyes raked over her full body, that fit, firm form of hers.

I shook my head at her question, embarrassed again by my own lack of experience.

 

[CutiePie1997]

John's shock pleased me, and my lips spread a bit wider. As my brother backed away, I reached out quickly and snatched one of his lotion coated hands, pulling him back to me. "It's alright, bro'. You can look. I want you to."

I gave him a long moment to appreciate the view, then -- moving slowly -- I turned his hand over both of mine and lifted it slowly upward. "You can touch one if you want."

If he did nothing to stop me, I would lay his opened hand upon my firm tit and encourage him to feel it's wonder...

 

[The_J0k3R]

Lorna grabbed my hand and was pulling me back towards her, bidding me to gaze upon her bare chest. And telling me I could touch. I gulped.

"Wh-what?" I said, shaking my head. "Lorna, that's so... you're my sister!" But I couldn't deny that I wanted to do exactly that. Her fingers traced over my hand and sent a shudder through me. I couldn't tear my eyes off those perfectly perky tits.

That's when I heard the rattling handle on the sliding glass door on the next patio over! Our parents' room! Mom or Dad was unlocking the door and about to step out.

"Shit," I said, snapping quickly out of my reverie and looking up from Lorna's tits to her eyes, yanking my hand away in the process and stepping back to our own glass door. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. I needed to get out of here and get my head screwed on straight again! I made to slip back into the room...

 

[CutiePie1997]

My heart leaped at the sound, too, though I managed my panic a bit better than John did. I pulled my dress back up to cover my bosom, pushed away from the balcony railing, and slowly walked back into the room John and I were sharing, just in time to avoid being spotted by my mother. My heart was pounding as I giggled, sliding the door closed behind me with my free hand.

"Relax, bro'," I told John, "She didn't see us."

I stepped closer to him, then thought of something else I could say that would both help calm John's panic and help further my taboo erotic aims. I reached out to take him by the hand again, telling him calmly as I pulled up closer to him, "John, relax. We're not doing anything wrong. We're both adults here."

As I lifted his hand toward my breast again, I leaned my head in toward his, intending to press my mouth to his, as I said, "We are both adults ... and we can do anything we want with one another ... to one another."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I raised an eyebrow as she spoke, holding my hand in hers again. She couldn't be serious! This had to be some kind of sick joke, right?

She was so close. I could feel her breath on my face as she spoke softly to me. The blood rushed to my loins once again, and my cock filled and stiffened and strained against my tight jeans.

I stepped back away from her, but didn't realize I was quite so close to her bed, and fell back onto my butt, sitting there now, looking up at her. "Is this some kind of sick joke, Lorna?" I demanded. "It's not very funny."

Even so, my eyes grazed over her. She was smoking hot in that little dress. Knowing there was nothing underneath it only fueled a lust I was trying to desperately to resist...

 

[CutiePie1997]

"It's no joke," I said, releasing the hold of the dress at my bosom. It fell to gather about my feet, revealing my full nudity to my brother. I watched his gaze fall to my freshly shaved pussy as I said to him, "John, I want to be the one ... your first. Please. Give me this. I can show you things no other girl can."

I was close enough to him that when I slowly dropped to my knees before him, I was within arm's length of his groin. I reached out for his belt, intent on beginning to undress him. Would he allow it...?

 

[The_J0k3R]

I was speechless as she dropped to her knees in front of me, her dress discarded, completely naked. My brain was shouting that this was so very wrong, but my throbbing cock was desperate to experience all she was offering.

I made no move away from her, as she reached for my belt and began unfastening it. My arousal was obvious, making an impressive bulge along my thigh within my jeans.

I opened my mouth to tell her stop, but the only words that escaped were a barely whispered "oh my god..."

 

[CutiePie1997]

"oh my god..."

I peeked up at my brother's face, smiling with delight at his excitement. Although his wasn't the first cherry I would claim -- Can I use the word cherry for a guy? I wondered -- it certainly was, or hopefully would be if all proceeded well, the most interesting of them to be taken.

He offered no resistance to my unfastening his belt ... then his jean's snap ... then, with a sound that caused his excitement level to seemingly leap, his zipper. I opened the front of his trousers to find the impressive bulge within his tightie whities and said with genuine awe, "John, I had no idea that you were so well endowed."

I reached out and grasped his shaft through the soft cotton, squeezing it tightly as I looked up to him again and asked in a whisper, "Do you want to lift your ass ... you know ... so I can let this monster out?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

I blushed at her compliment, and nearly lost it as she got a grip on my now-throbbing member through my briefs. I knew I was bigger than most other guys, down there; I had played sports in high school, and seen my teammates nude in the showers after games and practices. Part of me had wondered if my size was one reason it was so hard for me to find a girl to date.

I obediently lifted my butt up, and Lorna promptly tugged my jeans and briefs down, and peeled my shoes off, and left me sitting on the bed naked from the waist down. My cock had sprung to attention, once freed of its confines, and stood there between us, thick and veiny and long. I looked down at my sister, in utter disbelief that this was happening. It was almost like I was in a dream! I didn't know what to say.

My cock throbbed on its own, and a bit of precum oozed out the tip...

 

[CutiePie1997]

As I undressed my brother's lower half, I couldn't keep my eyes off his cock. It was impressive, with both a greater length and girth than any I'd ever let inside me. As I rose back to my knees between John's parted thighs, I caressed my hands up his muscular legs to his groin, grasping him firmly with the familiarity of a long time lover.

"My god," I murmured as I gripped his shaft, squeezing it firmly. "My god, John. I'm seriously impressed."

I moved a bit closer to him and began caressing up and down his length, letting my fingertips follow along the conspicuous veins that let to his stiffness. I leaned my head left, then right, for a full view of him, then traced a finger tip along the edge of his bulbous head, then into the cleft from which his juices were already beginning to escape.

Looking up into my brother's eyes, I reached my wet fingertip to my mouth and licked the pre-cum from it. I'd never actually enjoyed the taste of a man's seed, but I loved the look on a man's face when he watched me take in into my mouth, never to leave again. Of course, John had never witnesses this before -- excluding hours of internet porn maybe -- so his reaction to me feigning delight at the first droplets was a joy for me.

"I'm going to put your penis in my mouth, John," I said softly, leaning in to kiss his purple head, then lick it, then lick several inches of the underside of his shaft with a very wet tongue. I looked into his eyes as I continued to toy my tongue upon him in between telling him, "I'm going to give you a blow job ... and it's going to feel good ... and you're going to ejaculate ... going to cum ... in my mouth..."

I took his head through tight, wet, warm lips, sucking on it for a moment before releasing it and finishing, "When you cum, I want you to watch." I smiled devilishly as I finished, "I think you'll find it exciting."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I nodded. Such pleasure as I had never known possible was coursing through me as I watched her tongue bathe my throbbing cock, and she took me into her mouth, suckled, and explained exactly what she was going to do to me, and exactly how I was going to respond.

There was an inevitability, a matter-of-factness, to her words, that left me unable to do little more than sit and accept. I was paralyzed by the pleasure, the sheer bliss of feeling a hot, wet mouth on my cock for the first time. She didn't even have to take all of me into her to elicit the desired response. I was already hanging off the edge, and as her mouth suckled and enveloped me once again, I felt my balls clench up tightly.

I had been masturbating for years. But none of that ever prepared me for the sheer, overwhelming pleasure of a hot, wet, female mouth bringing me to the brink. My sister, naked on her knees before me, was now the first and only to achieve such a feat, and I was immediately madly in love with her.

I kept my eyes open, as she had insisted, grunting my appreciation: "I'm fucking cumming..."

 

[CutiePie1997]

John's body tensed up even before he warned me about his imminent orgasm. Quickly and simultaneously, I pulled my head back, leaving my mouth open before his cock, my tongue out a bit before its swollen bulbous end; and reached my hand up from the ball sack I'd been gently massaging to his thick, wet shaft, which I grasped tightly and began pumping rapidly.

His cock leaped in my hand, rocketing a huge wad of thick cum into my mouth, then another, another, and ... Jesus! I thought as I pumped John tightly and his cock continued to discharge, How much you got in there, bro'? His salty cum flooded the surface of my tongue, from the back to the front, then -- as the power of his climax waned -- spilled upon my lower lip and chin.

And all the while, I watched my brother's reaction to a level of pleasure -- of taboo pleasure -- he obviously had never known before. The euphoria was overwhelming him, and despite my earlier command to him to watch it all, he soon slumped back to the mattress, moaning deeply as his chest rose and fell to the joy filling him.

I closed my mouth and swallowed, grimacing at the deeply salty taste. Despite my love for the expression a man donned when I made a man cum into my mouth, I'd never taken to the sharp taste. Any woman who said she enjoyed it was a liar. Well, I'd never known one who just couldn't wait to suck down some guy's jizm. We didn't swallow our lover's discharge for the taste: we did it because of the power it gave us over them afterward. I could get a man to do just about anything for me after I swallowed his load.

What can I get from John? I wondered as I pumped him, not quitting until the last drop escaped and the last cock twitch occurred. I hadn't really thought of it up until now. I hadn't blown my brother because I wanted anything more than having some taboo fun. I'd think of something, of course. And he'd give it to me. I could ask anything of my brother after today. And I would ask for just about anything. I told myself yet again, Because I can.

I licked the last of his cum from his cock and my fingers, then rose to stand over John for a moment. The sheer delight he was feeling was so unbelievably obvious. I gave him long enough to get the most from his orgasm, then told him, "Scoot up into the bed."

After he was up far enough to lay his head on a pillow, I moved up to straddle his groin. I reached down between my thighs, grasped his cock, and stroked it for a long bit. I was surprised to find that it was just as hard as it had been before I sucked him off. I leaned my head down, kissed him full on the mouth -- long, wet, with an active tongue -- then pulled back and, as I squeezed his cock for emphasis, repeated my earlier compliment about it, "I am thoroughly impressed. I think your new nickname will be everhard."

I moved the head of his cock to my hole, which was now sopping wet with anticipation. I was tight, having gone for almost three weeks without getting any, so it took some manipulation of his big, bulbous head against my labia to get my pussy to allow penetration. When I knew I was ready, I lowered myself down upon him, grimacing and moaning at the pain. My eyes were closed, though I don't remember actually closing them.

"Fuck..." I moaned as my pussy finally opened to John. As his cock slipped into me, I looked down to him with what probably looked like a pained expression, murmuring, "Fuck, bro' ... your big."

For a good minute or two, I worked John's big member into me. I couldn't believe how much of a difference his size made. I grimaced at each bit of extra insertion, every inch of additional penetration. My eyes closed, opened, closed again as I worked to take all of him inside me...

 

[The_J0k3R]

Lorna had told me to watch, and I did exactly that for as long as I could. It was the most pornographic thing I had ever witnessed in real life, my copious seed coating her tongue, filling her mouth, spilling down her lips and chin. My whole body felt like it was on fire as she jerked me and every thick, gooey blast she coaxed out of me was another bolt of pleasure radiating through me.

Overwhelmed, I fell back finally, taking deep breaths, my mind reeling. I was utterly unable to grasp the implications of all this, or remotely understand just how much she had me under her spell.

I opened my eyes to see Lorna's gloriously naked form towering over me. She had gulped down my cum and licked it off her fingers and my cock and her lips. She bade me move up the bed, and I immediately complied. At that point I would have undoubtedly done anything she asked of me. Then she was climbing on top of me, grasping my still-stiff dick and jerking it. I moaned in pleasure, and then she was kissing me deeply, hungrily, and my cock throbbed in her hand.

I blushed when she complimented my size and stamina, but was so entranced by what she was doing on top of me that I couldn't quite make words form. My hips bucked when my cock felt its first taste of her wetness coating my thick head, but I did my best to lay still for her.

Once I felt that wetness, that tightness, really begin to start covering me, wrapping around me, squeezing me, I nearly lost it again. I groaned "fuck" along with her, my hands squeezing the comforter beneath me before gingerly moving to her thighs.

At that first touch of her bare skin as she sat atop me, slowly impaling herself on my long thick rod, I grunted again, and my hips seemed to want to take on a life of their own. My buttocks squeezed together and I pushed upwards just a bit with my hips. My fingers gripped into her thighs, pulling her towards me. My breathing grew fast and short. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" was all that wanted to fall out of my mouth.

My hands traveled up her thighs, hungry to explore her body now that I was inside her, and it was almost like instinct had taken over, as I grasped her hard at her hips and pushed her down onto me, even as my hips pushed upwards into her, forcing her down on me with little understanding of how much that might hurt her to take the other half of my cock so quickly...

 

[CutiePie1997]

As my tightness was enveloping my brother's largeness, his anxiousness to be balls deep inside me led to John thrusting hard and sharp. But I wasn't ready for him yet, and I cried out short and sharp at the pain of taking so much cock so deep so quickly. Oh, it didn't hurt that much, but the unexpectedness of it has startled me. I'd had my hands upon John's chest and, instinctively, dug my natural nails into his flesh, which caused a bit of a verbal reaction from him, too.

I realized how loudly I'd exclaimed and clamped my lips tight together, even biting down upon them. Then I chuckled, whispering in a growl of feigned anger, "You can't do that ... big boy."

It wasn't that I'd objected to the fierceness of the thrust. Hell, I'd played rough with more than one guy before and thoroughly enjoyed it. No, my fear had been that--

"Honey?" the call from beyond the connecting door came with an accompanying knock. My heart leaped up into my throat and, for reasons I couldn't explain, I slapped my hand over my brother's mouth, as if I stupidly thought he might call out an answer to our mother. A moment later, "Lorna honey, are you alright...? I thought I heard you."

As if my heart hadn't already been racing as I fucked my younger brother, I felt as if my chest was now going to burst all over the room. I lifted off John's cock -- a bit too quickly, as if was, causing me yet more sharp pain -- and leaned down close to him whispering quickly, "Get the clothes and get into the bathroom. You're in the shower ... do it now!"

I knew my mother well. It was how I'd been able to do so many of those Because I can things over the years without getting in lasting trouble. And I knew that if I did not deal with her right now, she'd be collecting the key card for our room and coming around to and through our hallway door, lickety split. I jumped off the bed and ran for the closet, finding and donning my robe before hurrying to the mirror to check my appearance. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight of a glob of my brother's cum in my bottle blond hair. In a flash, I pinched my fingers around it, pulled it away, and rubbed it off onto my thigh.

Our mother knocked on the door, repeating with a touch more concern in her voice, "Lorna, honey, are you okay...? John...? Will some one answer me?"

"I'm fine, mother!" I called over my shoulder as I checked my look again before turning and hurrying to the door. I looked around the room behind me for evidence of the event that would have caused my mother to drop dead of a heart attack right here and now, and seeing nothing but the typically mussed bed as aftermath of the incestuous play, I unlocked our side of the connecting portal and opened it to look into my mother's face. I smiled, asking, "What's wrong?"

Mom looked me over, asking, "Why are you in your bathrobe?"

My heart was racing like a thoroughbred nearing the finish, but my experience at deceiving my mother kicked in without missing a beat. "I was getting ready to shower ... but the little dick beat me to it and--"

"Lorna, honey!" mom cut in with her soft, chastising voice. "Don't talk about your brother that way. I'm sure he wasn't trying to be mean. You know John. He's just a softy when it comes to you."

I couldn't help it and chuckled, then felt my face explode in heat as I blushed deep red. I wanted to say to her, Mom, there's nothing soft about my brother. The boy's hard as a rock. Instead, I said with a feigned tone of apology, "I know. I just ... I just wanted to go down to the lobby ... maybe get a glass of wine at the bar."

My mother's eyes widened in shock. "Honey! You can't go down there. It's not safe."

I knew that, of course. And I knew she would say that, of course. I just needed to keep her mind busy before she began wondering about what John and I had been doing alone together in a London hotel room with nothing else to do and nowhere else to go. My guilt over having almost been caught in an incestuous fuck with my brother had me actually thinking that she might think I was doing just that.

"Okay, honey," she said after taking a quick look around the room, "you two stay here for now. I'll call the front desk and see if it's okay for you to go down stairs, okay?"

I nodded, then thought more clearly. I didn't need mother paying me any more attention while I was trying to claim my brother's virginity. "I'll call them, mom. You go back to your news programs--"

She cut me off with wide eyes and began telling me about what had been happening out in the city. I went along with her for a minute or so. Finally, Mom leaned in to kiss me on the cheek, then grimaced as she sniffed. She whispered, "You really need that shower, honey. What have you been doing, exercising?"

I felt the blush explode through my face and neck again, and as I backed away and politely began to close the door, I told her, "Yeah, John and I needed to blow off some steam, so we were doing calisthenics. I'll let you know if we go downstairs, okay? Hey! I'm probably going to play some music, so ... if you knock and I don't answer, don't worry about us, okay?"

After mother warned me not to bother the neighbors, I closed and locked the door, leaned back against it, and laughed. Oh my god! I'd almost been caught with my brother's cock deep in my pussy. I just stood there for a long moment, then -- missing the feel of John -- reached down between the flaps of my robe and found my pussy, then clit. I drew a deep breath at the delightful pleasure, and immediately I knew We gotta finish this. If not for John's sake, then for mine.

I went to the dresser across the room, turned on the iPod already plugged into a Bose speaker, and cranked it up with an Amazon playlist I'd accumulated over the past few years. I went to the bathroom door, threw it open, looked John up and down, and commanded, "Get the fuck out here, bro'."

Without even explaining what had happened between my mother and I, I returned to the bed, crawled upon it on my hands and parted knees, and looked back over my shoulder at my sibling, whose gaze was set firmly upon my open, glistening, pink pussy lips. I smiled at him and asked, "Think you know what to do brother?"

 

[The_J0k3R]

Of course I bolted for the bathroom when she ordered me to, my heart racing hard in my chest at the prospect of being caught in the act. I nearly stumbled on the way, but barely caught myself on the door, and then went inside.

I couldn't quite make out their conversation through the closed door. My mind was racing. My heart too. I had just had my cock balls deep inside my older sister! All I could think about was getting back inside her, those tits, that pussy. I stroked out my cock at those thoughts, keeping myself long and hard. Her wetness was all over my hand now. I brought it up to my face and smelled her on me. Curious, I licked the juices as well, and that only served to make me want to eat that pussy out at the first opportunity!

But... Where was this going? Would this be the only time? What else did she have in store for me?

I shuddered at the thought. She had always been a master manipulator, playing our parents for fools quite well, and me too. At least, before she went off to college. Of course there had been numerous times growing up where I had wound up in trouble for something she had done, and I had never been able to figure out how to turn the tables on her.

I heard the music come on, and a moment later the bathroom door flew open, and there she was again. Demanding I "get the fuck out there". Of course I followed. I stopped and flipped the security lock on the door, and then I watched as she shed her robe and climbed on the bed and wiggled her perfect little butt at me, her pussy lips on raunchy display, juicy and glistening and ready for me.

"I, uh... Yeah..." I stammered, nervousness hitting me. I had of course seen this particular position in action in countless pornos on the web... but she knew as well as I did that I had no real experience. I followed her to the bed, climbing up behind her. I stroked my cock out towards her as I struggled to position myself properly, unsure about just where I wanted to be, how close... I guided my cock towards that pussy and pressed the tip to her lips...

It was heaven all over again. Once I managed to get the thick tip lodged inside her, we both grunted in pleasure, and I grabbed a hold of her hips. But even in this position, she was in complete control, easing her hips back towards me to slowly take all of my meat into her, and this time I maintained my control and let her.

It felt so fucking amazing, to have my cock wrapped in her tight, hot little cunt. I groaned, but tried to watch my volume, not wanting another investigation from our mother.

It wasn't long before she was sliding herself back and forth on my cock, and it was only natural for my body to fall into the rhythm with her. I could feel her pussy milking my cock, and I struggled to keep my eyes open; the pleasure was so intense, but I didn't want to miss any of the visual show she was putting on as she fucked my cock.

The speed of our thrusting increased, and I felt like I was going deeper and deeper inside her. My grip on her hips tightened and I started pulling her hard back onto me as I thrust up and into her. It didn't take much more than that to send me into orgasmic bliss once again, and I emptied my balls inside her pussy with a final thrust, holding my full length deep inside her as my cock spasmed and throbbed out its pleasure...

 

[CutiePie1997]

Everything about what we were doing was so wrong ... and so right at the same time. John was a fucking natural at this, and I told him so in between the thrusts that were quickly turning my moans into short, sharp cries. Initially, I controlled our action, ramming myself back against his barely moving body. But once I was loosened up enough to turn the pained pleasure into pure delight ... once I knew I could take all of him without crying out to surprises caused by his incredible length and girth and inadvertently alerting my mother, I began directing John in how to take over.

"Grab my hips ... higher ... there ... yes, hold me ... pull me to you ... thrust ... harder ... harder ... God! ... yes, fuck ... fuck, yes ... like that ... again ... again, keep ... oh yes..."

I directed him on his angle, on where to put his knees, on keeping tempo, and more ... and soon enough I was heading toward orgasm. I didn't often cum my first time with a new guy, and yet it was looking like my brother with his big cock and willingness to follow instructions was going to--

And then, he slammed himself deep inside me and groaned loudly, telling me he was about to cum. And sure enough, I felt his cock leap inside me, then again and again. I was happy for John, of course, but as the thrusting came to a sudden stop, so did my chances of achieving my own euphoria.

"Stay in me," I told him, reaching one hand back to tightly clutch a muscular buttock cheek. I slowly laid forward until I was flat on my chest and belly. I pressed my ass back into my brother, telling him to shove deep. I groaned hard and long at the feel of him so far inside me, whispering, "Just stay there a while."

We laid there for several minutes, unmoving with the exception of the very slow movements of my ass against John's groin intended to keep him relatively hard. I loved the feel of a man's chest thumping against me after I'd driven him to orgasm. And the thought that I'd done this to my brother -- to my brother! -- made the moment so fucking erotic.

The long moment of post-coital relaxation was nice ... but I wanted to cum. I shrugged against John and told him with a feigned tone of curtness, "Get off me."

Once he was out and off, I rolled over, opened my thighs for his viewing pleasure, and donned a devilish smirk. "Time for something new, bro'."

 

[The_J0k3R]

I gazed upon my sister as she spread her legs for me. Her naked, sweaty body glistened with lust. I was still reeling from the intensity of my orgasm, and nevermind the fact that this was my own sister that had just claimed my virginity.

And now she wanted me to go down on her. How could I deny such a request? My eyes traveled across her slender curves, those pert breasts, down her flat tummy and to her spread legs. Her pussy lips were splayed, well-used, and my cum was oozing out of her slowly.

I crawled back onto the bed. My hands found her legs, and I kissed her thighs, traveling upwards, a bit apprehensive at first. I had never done anything like this, of course. "Finger me and lick my clit..." she told me, her own fingers moving to her pussy and spreading her lips to show me just where her clit was.

I slid my index finger into her, eliciting a small moan. That was encouraging. Gingerly I readjusted myself, getting my head into position, trying to figure out how to approach... I stuck my tongue out and flicked at her clit with just the tip, and then again. I started working the finger in and out.

"Another finger..." she told me... "Lick my pussy..."

I did as she instructed, slipping my middle finger into her and sliding both in and out, and flattened my tongue on her clit and lapped at her, applying firm pressure to her throbbing little bud. "Play with it baby, roll it around with your tongue..."

Her moans drove me on, and I found myself desiring nothing more than to bring her more and more pleasure, as she had done for me already. I could feel our mixed juices spreading around on my face as she rolled her hips onto my tongue. I wrapped my arms around her thighs as she grasped at my hair, holding my head in position as she grunted and groaned...

 

[CutiePie1997]

John was a fucking natural ... and by that what I mean was that he was willing and able to take direction and perform with excellence. Soon enough he had me writhing about the mattress, grasping at the bedding to my sides, and moaning, then crying softly at the pleasure he was so skillfully presenting.

My last instruction to my brother -- in between moans that were growing in volume -- was, "Roll your hand over ... palm up ... yeah ... yeah, like that ... now ... gently ... massage the front of my vagina ... touch it ... there! Yes, there ... gently, toy your tips ... finger ... tips ... against ... oh fuck!"

I'd always been very sensitive on the front wall of my vagina. A girl friend of mine had discovered this fact while operating a vibrating dildo in me using various techniques and angles. I'd cum so hard and so loud for her that her neighbors were soon pounding on the wall, hollering Either fucking be quiet or come over here and let us join in, dammit! She thought maybe it was my own elusive G-spot, although I didn't know anyone else who was that sensitive in that particular location. I could cum again and again and again if a man could just massage that spot gently long enough.

And sure enough, John was doing just that! I directed him to the spot, gave him some more advice about tempo and strength, and then ... "Oh fuuuuuck...!

That was when I realized my error.

I'd once had a lover who called me Sybil, after the Sally Field character in the 1976 movie of the same name. In bed, I often seemed like I was two totally different people, to different personalities. While being fucked, I moaned and cried softly, ultimately cumming in almost near silence. Then, after holding my breath for a long moment as the pleasure exploded throughout me, I would gasp relatively quietly for air for a minute or to while I enjoyed the afterglow of the orgasm.

However, with a man's mouth at my pussy and his fingers pleasuring the inside of my love canal ... oh fuck, all bets on an inconspicuous orgasm were off! I snatched a pillow quickly and pressed it over my face, telling John through the cushion and cotton, "Don't stop! Don't ... you fucking ... stop! Don't stop ... 'til I tell ... you...!"

My moans became cries, which became screams I pulled the pillow hard down over my face, wrapping both arms over it so tightly that I could hardly breath beneath it. Then, taking one last, deep breath, I exploded in orgasm. My back arched, my heels dug into the mattress lifting me into John's hands and face, and my pussy clamped down onto my brother's still working fingers like a vise. After a moment, I screamed in delight against the pillow, drew another deep breath, and screamed again. My entire body was trembling at the pleasure surging through me, and I suddenly felt terribly cold, my skin exploding in goose flesh.

I could feel the orgasm begin to wane a bit, but John was following my orders ... and a moment later, I came and screamed a second time. My entire body was tense, every muscle, as the waves of delight rolled through me. I came a third, then a fourth time, and then realized that I just couldn't take this anymore. I wriggled my legs to encourage John away, but when he stayed with my orders, I reached a hand down to push his face away from my pussy, begging, "Stop! No more!"