Flesh: Alpha Males and Taboo Tales (10 page)

“
So tight and hard
,” I thought. “
My big brother…God damn…I can’t believe he’s letting me do this to him
.”

“You had to pee, huh?” I swirled the washcloth around again and brushed away the soap. “I thought it was because you were embarrassed.”

Somehow, the already bright blush of his cheeks turned to fire. My hands dipped into the water and I carefully massaged the rigid muscle of his thigh, agonizingly close to his manhood.

“I was…I…”

“You don’t have to lie, big brother,” I said softly, keeping my gaze locked with his. “I felt something hard bump up against my butt when you grabbed me. Something like…
this
.”

My unending arousal finally drove me over the line. Before either of us knew what was happening, my hand found his rock-hard erection hidden in the bubbles and wrapped around it. Brendan opened his mouth and inhaled sharply at the sudden, perilous contact.

“
J-jesus
, Ashley…”

“You’re so hard, aren’t you? Maybe I can help you out with that.”

I started out slow at first, squeezing my fingers around his shaft and pumping him. The slippery soap made it all the better. Brendan tried to stop me, but it was a weak attempt now that I had him in my grasp.

“You should stop…
nnnn
…we shouldn’t do this, Ash. You’re like, my sister, for fuck’s sake.”

“Doesn’t it feel good, though? Letting your little sister jack you off in the tub? Do you like the way my hands feel on your big, thick cock?”

Brendan gave a series of short nods and pressed his bandaged hands against the walls of the bathtub. He arched his chest and splashed water out the sides with his feet. I remained on my knees and fingered my entrance with my free hand.

“I saw you watching that movie,” I whispered, leaning closer to Brendan’s ear. “Is that what you like?”

“I…
oh
shit,
that feels…Ash…we gotta stop. My Dad…your Mom…”

“Aren’t here.
I’m not telling. Are you?”

His dick felt so hard I was almost afraid to keep going. I’d never done anything like it before, but I don’t think I was hurting him.

“No…I won’t say anything…” I increased my pace, sloshing the water around and spreading the bubbles away. Once I built up a steady rhythm, I could watch as my hand pumped up and down his glistening shaft.

“Is this better?”

“Oh yeah, do it faster…
fuck
…oh, fuck, Ashley…”

My fingers plunged past the slick folds of my opening in rapid succession. I ground against them as I jacked off Brendan, who was thrusting his hips against my closed fist while I jacked him off. The desperate ache in my belly subsided and the pleasure took over.

“Keep going…like that…” Brendan said through his teeth.

“Is big brother going to come? Ooh, I can’t wait to see it.”

Ragged breaths tore out of him and his chest rose and fell from the sudsy water with each one. His eyes were closed tight and he seemed ready to explode at any moment. I could feel his cock swell and stiffen under my hand, and then he let out a low, rasping groan.

“Coming…oh fuck, I’m coming, Ashley…oh…
ohh
…”

Brendan’s entire shaft pulsed rigidly in my pumping hand and he came. Jets of hot, pearlescent semen gushed out around my fingers and into the foamy water. I kept going until his cock became flaccid and every drop had been pulled out of him.

“Nice and clean. You feel better now?” I asked. Brendan weakly nodded. “I saw how frustrated you were watching that porno, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I helped out with
that
, too.”

With a quick swish through the water, I rinsed the remaining come off my hand. After using the towel to dry myself, I stood up and walked over to the door. Brendan looked absolutely
spent
. I seriously doubted his ability to even form words at that point.

“I’ll let you take it from here. Pizza sound ok tonight? We’re out of just about everything.”

After another wordless, stunned nod from Brendan, I shut the door.

The next afternoon, I was walking down the aisles of the grocery store in a thick fog of thought. Even though I’d been right there and felt his throbbing cock erupt in my hand, I still couldn’t believe what I’d done. Brendan was basically my brother, even if it wasn’t biological. His Dad had married my Mom and they moved in with us when I was just a little kid. We were pretty much raised together.

On the medicine aisle, I browsed the condoms, wondering which ones would fit him the best. There were all types, and colors, and different sizes, too. To be honest, I’d never really thought much about it before. In the end, I grabbed a box that looked about right and tossed it into the cart.

I considered it a smart decision. We really ought to use some kind of protection, after all. Now that I’d taken things this far, it was only a matter of time before we fucked. The exciting tingle in my belly rose up again at the prospect. I’d have to see if I could “convince” him as soon as I got home. Brendan had spent the rest of the previous night avoiding me.

I’d never felt a man unload inside me before, though. What did it feel like, really? I could only imagine that sex without a condom had to be more intense, more intimate. Then, there was always the risk of getting pregnant.

“
Pregnant by my big brother…
” The tingle swirled around inside me as I considered it. A picture of myself with a swollen belly came to mind, with Brendan happily feeling for the baby to kick. Such a thing was so deliciously sinful and taboo…but aren’t most fantasties?

I held the box of condoms up and looked at them. “
Just once couldn’t hurt, could it?
Really, what were the chances that Brendan would knock me up in one go? They had to be something astronomical, didn’t they?
” Before I made it past the produce aisle, I quickly deposited the box of condoms on top of the cucumbers. As I walked to the checkout line, I giggled to myself at what people would think when they found them.

When I made it home, Brendan was sitting in his room on the bed. He had a regretful, sad look on his face. “Sis, we really need to talk about what happened earlier.”

I sat down next to him and crossed my legs. “Ok. I’m listening.”

“I really,
really
enjoyed it. What you did…that was incredible.”

“Good,” I said and slid closer to him. “I’m glad you liked it.”

Brendan put one bandaged hand against my knee. “But – we can never, ever,
ever
do anything like that again, Ashley.
My God
. Don’t you know how much trouble we could get in if Mom and Dad found out? Never mind that we’re, you know, related to each other.”

“Not really.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “How would they find out, anyway?”

“I don’t…I don’t know! Stuff happens! You know Mom and Dad. When they think something’s up, they turn into Watson and Sherlock Holmes.”

Despite his words, I got up on all fours and crawled over to him. My needs had gone unfulfilled long enough. Brendan had his release.
It was my turn
. He leaned back in surprise and fell over with me right on top. “And what’s wrong with a little sister just helping out her big brother, who can’t even open a can of soda by himself?”

“Ash, you know it’s more than that. I…I…”

And then I kissed him. That shut him up, alright. My lips crushed against his and he responded in kind. He couldn’t fool me. I knew what Brendan had been wanting, and it wasn’t just a soapy handjob in the bathtub. As I ground against him, I felt his cock spring to life between my legs.

“Someone’s come out to play again,” I whispered hotly into his ear.

I stepped off the bed and removed my shirt. As he watched me undress, Brendan unzipped his pants and slid them down. His manhood was stiff and ready, and glad to be free. Soon, all of our clothes lay in a messy pile next to his bed.

While he was lying on his back, I encircled my hand around his pulsing, hot member again. I felt it twitch at the contact, and I stroked it lightly; just enough to tease. Then, without a word, I lowered my head and engulfed his hardness in my mouth.

“Oh!” Brendan let out with a gasp. I felt his fingertips press into the soft flesh of my rear as I pleasured him with my twisting tongue. He wanted to touch me, but his injured, bandaged wrists were getting in the way.

I stayed like that for a while, bobbing my head and sucking on the tip of his member. The
flavor of precum sank into my tongue and I swallowed. Down my throat it went, like a saccharine, liquid treat. With a steady hand around the base of his shaft, I pumped him, guiding his pleasure.

“I want to taste you,” he said with a moan and tried to pull me to him. I obliged by climbing into the bed and straddling his face between my legs.

There, I bent over and tucked my knees into the sides of his chest. A captivating sense of heat ran over my skin and I pressed my breasts against his belly. I could smell his intoxicating cologne again, an indulgent memory that I’d saved away, but now it was more than just that.

“Do a good job back there, big brother. Make me nice and wet, ok?”

He answered with his warm, wet tongue, which sent a spiraling jolt of pleasure through my midsection. He glided it across my sex just as I wrapped my lips around his cock again, drawing a long groan out of me. Brendan started by licking softly around the outside and graduated to tenderly nibbling my labia between his lips.

I fought the urge to grind roughly against his sucking mouth. He was filling me with so much pleasure, but the deep-seated ache inside me demanded more. When I finally couldn’t take it for another second, I lifted myself off him and spun around.

“Sis? W-what are you doing?”

His cock was slippery with a mixture of
precum and my saliva. I rubbed it gingerly against the bald surface of my mound and tried to measure how far inside me he would go. At first, Brendan tried to protest and push me off when I straddled him. Once I began rubbing the tip of his manhood against the lubricated folds of my entrance, however, his arms fell back down to his sides.

“
Mmm…I’ve been waiting for this so long, Brendan. Don’t you want to fuck my tight little pussy like a good big brother’s supposed to?”

“Oh, this is wrong…we really shouldn’t, Ash…”

“I don’t care anymore,” I said and felt my folds begin to part. “I need you inside me.”

The bulbous mushroom tip pushed through, stretching me open. I guided him carefully with my hand and settled, letting gravity and my own desires take me, until he was firmly sheathed to the hilt. A wave of pure bliss shot up my spine at the feeling of his stiff, ample manhood pulsing inside me.

With my hands on his chest, I began to raise and lower my bottom half. It was a simple movement, yet one that brought along with it a stirring closeness. The narrow space between us felt as humid as the one we’d shared in the bathroom the day before. When I sank back down on him again, I remembered wondering how it would feel to be pumped full of his warm load.

“
What if I really do wind up pregnant?
” I thought. A shot of adrenaline sent butterflies into my stomach.

Whatever.
It was too late to stop now. His dick felt way too good and I’d have his seed inside me before much longer. He was stretching me out and lifting his hips to meet me when I came back down, thrusting back against me, showing me his willingness to satisfy.

Our forbidden act resounded around us in echoing, wet smacks. With each one, the tingling spikes of pleasure coalesced more and more into a warm, radiant sphere which was buried inside my womb. As I leaned forward to accept Brendan’s hungry mouth against mine again, that swelling feeling started to expand.

Brendan twisted his head this way and that. “Ashley…
goddamn
…your pussy feels so good. So warm.”

His mouth fell to my neck and he covered it with soft kisses. The little pecks made the skin there buzz all the way down to my jutting hips.

Whatever sense of caution I had left scattered. The feeling was there and
right now
, and the quickening rush arrived that preceded my release. I rocked urgently, letting my full weight fall against Brendan on each downstroke, bouncing the both of us on the soft, springy mattress.

“Brendan, I’m
coming
…your dick…oh, it’s making me…” I called out breathlessly and intensified my shuddering movements.

“Ash…I’m coming, too…you should get off before I do it inside…”

“It’s ok. I promise.
Nnnnn
…yes…I want your load inside me.”

At that moment the internal sphere reached its maximum and split open. The entire room seemed to widen around me and I instinctually impaled myself on Brendan’s cock. There, I ground back and forth in a desperate rut with him buried totally inside me. As the thrill of my climax caused my muscles to clench and the pleasure
centers of my brain to fire, I heard my dear brother grunt out and join me.

While he could not grab hold to me, he still managed to keep me in place using only his forearms. Brendan embraced me tightly around the waist and drove his manhood in one last time. I felt my used folds expand around his cock as it twitched and jerked within my opening. His pulsing organ erupted, delivering jet after jet of slippery, warm semen into my channel.

When he was done and my pussy had extracted every drop from him, we collapsed together. He stayed locked inside me for the longest time and gently stroked my hair while we both recovered. We whispered to each other in the quiet, and he told me how he’d secretly wanted me all these years. After a final, playful kiss, Brendan sighed and withdrew his softening member.

That night we slept in the same bed together for the first time. Now that I knew we both felt the same way, I couldn’t see either of our lives going back to normal, whatever that was. We’d have to keep our parents in the dark, because they wouldn’t understand.

Lucky for us; we still had more than a week before they got home!

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