Lustful Affairs (Erotica)

It had started innocently enough, my computer kept crashing and I need to do some research online for a project for school. Knowing my older brother Brian wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours I saw no harm in it.

Mum and Dad were going out more and more now that we were both older. Brian was 18 and I was two years his junior. We both knew basic first aid and how to phone for help if there was a problem. Being rather average kids, our parents never saw the harm in leaving us alone together. That said, Brian never saw the harm in going out with his mates and leaving me behind. And I liked that just fine.

Finding my computer kept blue screening on me, I was frustrated. I figured that if I could get this report written, I could enjoy the rest of the weekend on my own. Knowing that Brian would be in and out, I didn’t really worry that he’d be a bother, though pestering had been a long time hobby of mine. Truth was, after school, I stopped by the store to pick up some food for the weekend with the money our parents had left us and while pushing the cart around I decided a salad sounded yummy.

While I’m not athletic, I am hyperaware of how I look and what I eat. Hearing too often how the boys and girls at my school teased the bigger kids, I try to be careful about my own figure. Yoga and recently Pilates helped. Mum wouldn’t do it without a partner and finding myself flexible naturally, it was a cinch to keep up with her. Quality Mum/daughter time. It was in the past six to eight months, I found that my normal stick figure body was curving out. Clothing I had worn in the summer were no longer fitting me properly. My girlfriend Nici joked about it, calling my Mansfield, after the American actress. While not quite that curvy, I took the compliment.

In the produce department I picked up a cucumber for my salad and realized how much lit looked like a hard cock. As I picked up a second one to determine which to put in my salad I realized that I could get one for …. Later. Blushing furiously as I picked through the pile, I found one that was a good size, not huge, but bigger than my hairbrush handle, as that was all I had at my disposal at the time. I continued shopping and thought about the fun that I could have, feeling the closest thing to a full size dick in me. It wasn’t that I was a prude, I just didn’t really fancy any of the boys at school.

Back at the house, later that evening, I was trying like hell to finish my project when the computer crashed. Thank goodness I was working on a USB jump drive otherwise I would have cried. Walking over to my brother’s room I thought nothing of letting myself in and sitting at his computer. Having had nightmares that sent me into his rooms over the last six years, I had grown familiar with his place.

Turning on the monitor, a website came up that had a lot of text on it. At first glance I didn’t think much of it until a tag at the top caught my eye.

Incest.

My body ran cold as my interest was piqued. Was Brian thinking of Mum? Or Dad? There were several tabs opened at the top of his browser, all from the same site, all stories (I discovered) and were all about incest between a brother and his sister.

Did Brian think about me?!

Instantly I felt a tingle and warmth that spread between my legs as I ready story after story. Unable to restrain myself, I snaked my hand between my shorts and skin down to my surprisingly wet pussy. I was turned on, clearly, but… this was written by people who didn’t really have sex with their siblings right? Several were marked “Real Life Story” and that made it hotter, imagining that it happened, imagining it happening to me with Brian. Rubbing my clit, I couldn’t quite bring myself to orgasm. Frustrated I couldn’t just sit there either I needed to do something.

Looking at the time on his computer screen, he would be out with Nick for at least two more hours. Plenty of time for me to get off. Slipping my shorts and panties off, I sat back down and started scrolling through other stories about brothers and sisters. Finding one about a brother and sister discovering they had been lusting for each other for some time, I began rubbing my clit hard, feeling it stiffen below my fingers. By the time he started eating her out in the story I was positively warm all over, my nipples growing sensitive below my shirt. Brother had just convinced sister in the story when I wiggled two fingers inside of me. Oh how I wished it was a cock… and Brian’s cock. Breathing hard, I closed my eyes and began finger fucking myself, imagining that is was Brian and I in the story, him seducing me, trying to convince me that I wanted to. The brother in the story was a little aggressive but I found that to be equally arousing. Was that normal? It didn’t matter, the idea of Brian inside me was making me too hot. Slowly opening my eyes to continue the story I realized, I wasn’t alone. Looking over at the doorway, Brian stood, opened mouthed and with a combined look of anger and total shock on his face.

“Drusilla! What the fuck are you doing in my room…. and…and…..” His eyes were as big as dinner plates. If it wasn’t so humiliating it would have been rather funny.

“I….” I stopped instantly, my shame reddened my face and quickened my pace as I picked up my shorts made a run for it.

Safely in my bedroom, I was terrified he would tell Mum and Dad, terrified he’d tell friends or family. I stood for a long moment before deciding to go to bed early. Tomorrow would be another day and I would pretend it didn’t happen.

I tossed and turned trying to fall asleep. I looked at the clock and saw it was rapidly approaching midnight. It had been hours since I ran from Brian’s room and the house had been quite quiet, save for a little music he was playing.

Turning on some music of my own, I laid back and started thinking about the stories, all the variations that brother had taken sister… and how I was starting to want it myself. I felt ashamed but perhaps it was that shame that made it even hotter. It had been ages since I had seen Brian naked, occasionally his bum as he waked around in a towel when done with the shower but otherwise, I had no idea.

Remembering the cucumber from earlier, I decided I needed to finally come. I was too freaking worked up from all of the thoughts in my head and my hand wasn’t enough for me. Checking that the coast was clear, I snuck downstairs to the kitchen, found the cucumber in question and snuck back upstairs. Closing the door quietly behind me I turned just in time to see the light by my bed turn on.

Brian was laying on my bed and there I was, in my oversized tee-shirt and shorts and holding a cucumber in my hand. He smiled at me holding up my panties.

“These I believe are yours.” He tossed them to the size. “I would have kept them but, you know how Mum snoops in our things, I wouldn’t know how to explain a dirty pair of my sisters panties in my room.” He sat up.

My voice was lost, more humiliation flooded my brain.

“I read the story you had up on my computer.” He smiled, “Pretty hot stuff there sis. Why don’t you come sit by me.” He patted my bed and looked at me.

Unsure of what to do, I forced one foot in front of the other, feeling totally freaked out by this. I hadn’t even known I lusted for my own brother and here I was busted shortly after the discovery was made.

“You surprised me sis, I’m not mad.” He looked at me, his little grin on his face, I let go of a breath I had been holding onto for some time. “So… how bout it?”

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“How about what?” I asked swallowing. He leaned forward and kissed my neck softly. I was equally startled and aroused.

“How about you and I and that bed? I would love to kiss your puss, I have always wanted to taste you, you know.” My pussy twitched as my body ran hot.

“I….”

“Oh, you won’t be needing this.” He took the cucumber from me, “Unless….. are you a virgin?” He asked.

Swallowing again I nodded my head.

“Well in that case, we could use this.” He weighed it in his hands before leaning in, “Because I am so much bigger.”

I felt my breathing increased, my nipples hardening, my shorts dampening.

“But… those stories, they aren’t true… are they? I mean…. we can’t…. cause… well…. You know…..”

He chuckled softly.

“Did you notice anything familiar about the stories?” He asked. I shook my head no. “I wrote them all… I’ve been thinking about you for ages, baby girl.” He moved his hand between his legs and adjusted himself. I was mesmerized.

“You wrote those stories…. About me?” I asked totally stunned. He nodded, taking my hand in his, “But they were marked “Real Story”.” He chuckled again.

“Well… I had been looking for the right moment, but I had intended them to be true someday.”

I couldn’t believe that this was happening. Blinking, I was trying to process what was happening when I felt something hard in my hand. Looking over he had my hand between his legs, I could feel his hardness and all I could think about was getting it inside me.

“I’m scared… but… I… I want to.” I said looking up at him. His face softened, no longer the machismo bravado.

“Dru, baby girl, I love you. You’re my little sister and my good heart.” He ran his hand in my hair, holding my face. “I’m not going to hurt you, though there may be a little pain at first, but I want you to enjoy this.”

Looking into his eyes I nodded my head and before I realized it his mouth was on mine, kissing me with abandon. His free hand cupped my breast, massaging it. I moaned into his mouth as his hand reached up the leg of my shorts, I felt his fingers softly stroke my aching mound.

In a flash I was on my back and he was wiggling my shorts down.