It was no secret to anyone in my family that my brother Chris and I weren’t close. Despite being only thirteen months apart in age, we were polar opposites. Chris was the typical popular kid. Striking, handsome looks, athletic and charming. He was funny and smart too, and had no trouble being friends with everybody. Unfortunately this didn’t extend to me.
I had always been shy and reserved. Being the younger sibling of such an enigma had forced me to blend into the background, while Chris thrived in the spotlight. I didn’t do sports or any other kind of extra curricular activity, and preferred spending time alone in my room than going out and socialising with my peers.
That wouldn’t have been too bad, if it weren’t for the fact that Chris and his friends liked to make my life a living hell at every opportunity. I was constantly teased and mocked at school, only good for a quick laugh as a source of ridicule. At home, Chris barely spoke to me. Hardly even looked in my direction. He simply didn’t like me, and no stern words from our parents ever changed that. So I was picked on at school and completely ignored at home. As such, our relationship never really bloomed.
When Chris left school the year before me, he decided to go to Sixth Form in the town over, rather than the one attached to our school. That, at least, offered me some reprieve from his spitefulness, but I still had to deal with him most evenings and weekends in some capacity. It was only after he moved away for uni that I finally got some peace.
The summer before I was due to go to university myself, my parents wanted to take Chris and I on one last family trip, seeing as we were getting too old to want to hang around with our parents. We all agreed that we’d go to a camping site we used to visit a lot when Chris and I were young kids. I guess our parents wanted to reminisce on the past or something.
The drive wasn’t too bad, aside from Chris shooting me daggers any time I got remotely near him. For the most part, we ignored each other and had our headphones on.
It was nearing dusk when we arrived at our spot, and straight away Mum and Dad got to unloading the car and setting up the tents.
Very soon, it was clear that they had forgotten something kind of important.
“Shit,” Dad muttered. “I’ve left the other tent in the garage.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, dreading his answer already.
“You and your brother will have to share the second one.”
“No way,” Chris complained. “I’m not sharing a tent with her.”
I tried to ignore the way my cheeks heated.
Dad sighed. “Come on, Chris. It’s only for a few nights.”
“I don’t care,” he huffed.
“Well I don’t want to share with you either,” I said, mostly to save face.
“Oh, Christ, will the two of you grow up!” Mum shouted. “You act like you’re both toddlers!”
“Well, we’re not. I’m a grown man and I need my own space.”
“Chris, if you’re a man you can suck it up for the week. End of argument.”
Chris cursed loudly and stormed off to the lake. I had to resist the urge to throw a big rock at his head.
The rest of the night passed by awkwardly. Chris hardly spoke to anyone, I was my usual quiet self and Mum and Dad were getting far too comfortable with one an other by the fire.
Not able to take any more of the tension, I announced I was heading to sleep early. Everyone – except Chris, of course – wished me goodnight as I headed to the shared tent.
Slipping inside, I undressed quickly, throwing on a vest top and some fresh underwear. I wasn’t that tired, but boredom alone had me drifting to sleep within minutes. I was awoken sometime later by Chris shoving my shoulder harshly.
“What?” I grumbled, rubbing my eyes.
“You’re on my side, you idiot. Move.”
Lifting up, I quickly scooted over to the far side of the tent.
“Keep to your fucking side and don’t come close to me. And if you snore I’ll be slapping you awake.”
I wanted to believe he was joking, but knowing him he was very serious.
“Alright, I get it,” I muttered back.
“Whatever,” he said, pulling his shirt off. I watched him as he slipped his jeans off. Chris caught me looking. “Problem?” He snapped.
I frowned. “Give it a rest, okay? You’re constantly on my case and it’s starting to piss me off.”
“You’re the one eyeing me up.”
I rolled my eyes. “You just woke me up for no goddamn reason, complaining like a little bitch! You’re so fucking petulant when you don’t get your own way.”
“Says you, the fucking little princess.”
I gaped at him. “You can’t be serious? Do you honestly have no idea how entitled you are *all* the time?”
“KIDS!” Dad’s voice came, presumably from his own tent. “Shut your mouths, now!”
Chris glared at me and flopped down into bed, facing away from me. Minutes ticked by, but I could tell he was still awake, and I was too wired up to fill back to sleep. Unable to bear the tension, I spoke up.
“I know you hate me. You make it very clear everyday. But if just… Once, you could not make me feel like shit simply for existing, I’d appreciate it.” I paused. “I don’t know what I’ve done to you, don’t know what I can do to fix whatever it is that’s broken between us. You don’t understand how much you beat me down all the time and I… I just want it to stop.”
Chris was silent, and I wondered if maybe he was asleep after all. Sighing, I settled myself back down and fell into a fitful sleep.
The next day we all decided to go for a hike after breakfast. Chris and I hadn’t spoken to each other all morning, and frankly I was okay with that. I watched his toned back and legs as we made our way through the trail, wishing my brother didn’t despise me so much. I wasn’t sure when it all started. Maybe we’d always been this way, but I longed for a brother who looked out for and cared for me, rather than one who would likely push me off the edge of a cliff.
It was a hot day, the sun beating down on us all as we walked. I was sweaty and out of breath, but the rest of my family didn’t seem to be getting into any difficulty. The trail was bumpy and full of rocks and stones, so much so that at one point I lost my footing on one, twisting my ankle painfully. I fell to the ground with a yelp, clutching my foot.
“Em? You okay?”
Wiping the dirt from my hands, I shook my head. “I-I’ve hurt my ankle.”
I tried to lift myself up, but my limbs were wobbly. I was about to fall back down to the ground when a fist curled around my bicep. Looking up, I was astonished to see Chris holding me upright. His face was moody and hard.
“T-Thanks,” I said, pulling away from him. As I did, I stumbled once more, and Chris had to once again yank me upright.
“Fucking hell! Just stay still!” He admonished.
Nodding, I allowed him to keep me somewhat upright as my Dad came over and had a look at my ankle.
“Does this hurt, kiddo?” He asked, pressing against my foot.
“It’s a little tender.”
“I don’t think you’ve done any real damage, but I don’t think you should continue the hike. We should get you back to camp.”
“Why don’t you guys just carry on? You’re almost at the top.” Chris stated unexpectedly. “I’ll get her back down.”
My eyes nearly fell out of my head they went to wide. “That’s alright. I can just go by myself-”
“Don’t be an idiot,” Chris snapped. “You’ll only end up falling again and this time breaking something.”
“Are you sure?” Mum asked. “We don’t mind heading back early and making lunch.”
“It’s fine,” Chris said. “You guys wanted to do this so you might as well finish.”
“Emily?” Mum asked.
I looked at Chris out of the corner of my eye, unsure why on earth he’d offer to help me in any sort of way. Maybe he really was planning to throw me down a hill somewhere. But he was right that I needed to get back to camp, and I would only hurt myself more if I did it alone. Not wanting to cause more drama, I nodded.
We bid our goodbyes and Chris began to lead me down the hill, his hand still firm around my arm. We had to take it slowly as I was limping, and I could feel the frustration rolling off him. When I tried to go a little faster and put more weight on my ankle, I tripped some more, almost bringing us both crashing to the floor.
“Jesus, can you just fucking be careful?” Chris shouted. “I swear you don’t fucking listen.”
“Alright, sorry,” I mumbled.
“If you want to fall down and break your fucking ankle, be my guest. Helping you walk in the fucking sun really isn’t the highlight of my day.”
“Chris, I fucking said sorry, okay?! Jesus, just stop! Get off my fucking back, alright?” I yelled. With a combination of sadness and outright frustration, my voice cracked and tears started to form in my eyes. They spilled over my cheeks before I cold stop them. Yanking my arm away from Chris, I swiped at my face furiously, wiping them away.
Chris seemed to pause as he watched me. His face no longer had its moody, brooding expression, in fact, I would describe it as looking close to remorseful, but I knew Chris could never feel that emotion toward me.
After a few moments, Chris gently took my arm and pulled it over his shoulder, taking most of my weight. “Let’s… Let’s just do this slowly, alright? Let me know if you want a break or something.”
I sniffed and nodded, allowing Chris to start walking us down once more. It was another ten minutes of silence before we reached our spot, and Chris carefully deposited me on a wooden picnic table by the tents. Ducking into our parents tent, he came out with some ice from the cooler wrapped in a towel.
“Here.”
“Thanks,” I said in a small voice, taking it from him. I tried to reach down and ice my foot, but I wasn’t that flexible and the angle was shit. Sighing in exasperation, Chris snatched the ice from me and pulled up a chair, taking my injured leg and placing it in his lap. He covered my ankle with the ice, keeping me in place with one of his hands.
I was in a bit of shock. Chris had made efforts not to touch me for eighteen years of my life. It was confusing to see him handling me with this kind of carefulness. I felt a little awkward, sitting there as he cared for me. I wasn’t used to Chris being so nurturing. He looked down at my ankle, lifting the ice every now and then to check on it. I watched the top of his head, staring at his wavy dark hair. His hands were gentle as he held me, tanned fingers gripping my leg softly.
“I don’t think it will swell too much.”
“Okay,” I said softly.
Chris looked up and met my eyes. We were kind of different in looks. He had the rich dark hair from both of my parents, while I was a dirty blonde kind of colour. What we did share was our dad’s grey eyes.
“I’m sorry for shouting at you.”
I wanted to bark out a laugh, but I was frozen in place. I’d never heard the word ‘sorry’ come from his lips. Not to me, anyway.
“Which time?” It was an appropriate question.
“When we were walking down,” he said. “You were hurt and I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
That’s never stopped you before, I thought. “Don’t be feeling all compassionate just because I cried. I know you don’t mean it.”
He frowned. “I do mean it, Em. I really just wanted to help you.”
“Why?” I whispered. “Every day you make it clear you wish I weren’t around.”
“That’s not true.”
“Isn’t it?” I laughed humourlessly. “Everything I do is wrong in your eyes. I’m listening to my music too loud in my room, you yell at me. I finish the last of the juice, you yell at me. I get in the shower first, you yell at me. And not to mention how you and your friends used to torment me in school. Dumping everything in my bad all over the field? Remember that? Pushing me into the boy’s bathroom and locking me in? You treat me like the dirt on your shoe every single day, and now because you finally see how your words and actions can affect me, you’re suddenly sorry?” I wiped away more tears that formed. “Save it. I don’t need false apologies.”
Chris looked at me, breathing deeply. I think he might start to yell at me again, but instead he rises to his feet, careful to place my foot gently on the chair. “Keep that elevated and iced. Should start to feel better in a bit.”
Saying nothing else, he turned and walked into our tent. I shook my head, confused. I had no idea what kind of game he was playing, but I was in no mood for mind fucks. Closing my eyes, I drifted off to sleep.
Mum and Dad came back some time later, waking me and calling Chris out to have lunch.
By that evening, my ankle was a lot better. I managed to get myself bathed without any help, and after dinner I hobbled back to the tent just fine. Chris was already inside, lying on his back. He was awake, but said nothing to me when I entered.
I went to my side, looking over my shoulder at him. “I’m going to get changed,” I informed him. I saw him nod.
I felt a little awkward, but it would have taken too much energy to go and find a more private spot to change. I pulled off my shirt and bra, looking over my shoulder to make sure I wasn’t being watched. Getting out of my shorts was a little harder, but by that point I was tired and simply wanted to be comfortable. I shimmied my shorts and underwear down my legs and fished a new pair of panties out to sleep in.
Settling into bed, my eyes were starting to drift closed when Chris spoke.
“It’s not a false apology,” he said, his voice cutting through the darkness. “I really am sorry I’ve made you feel shitty for so long.”
I said nothing, my heart pounding.
“That stuff in school… I was being a dumb kid I guess. There’s no excuse. I should have been looking out for you. My friends would do stupid shit and I would join in. I should have stopped in, and I’m sorry.”
I swallowed thickly. “It’s not just that. You’re like it at home, too. You act like I’ve wronged you in some way. For years I tried to work out what it was that I was doing to piss you off, until I realised I was simply existing, and that was enough for you to hate me.”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Please don’t lie.”
“I mean it,” I felt him shift closer in the dark. “I haven’t always been the best brother. Haven’t treated you the way everyone deserves to be treated. I don’t know why it happened, but I’m sorry it did.”
I bit my lip. “I… I know we’re different. Worlds apart, even. We probably don’t have anything in common. I know I was always the dorky one, the socially awkward one. I even get frustrated with myself for being so shy. And you…”
“What about me.”
I sighed. “You’re everything I’m not. Outgoing, confident. Everyone in school wanted to be your friend. Every girl wanted to be with you. Even my friends, knowing how awful you were to me, used to tell me how much they would love to kiss you. They worshipped you and… The worst part is *I* worshipped you too.”
I felt Chris lift up on his elbow. “What?”
“I idolised you, Chris. You were so cool. When you used to skateboard outside the house, I wanted to ask you to teach me. When you started to drive first, I wanted you to show me how it all worked. So many times I wanted to ask you for advice on something, because in my eyes you were older and cooler and knew everything, but I was too afraid to.”
“I’m sorry, Em,” he said after a beat.
I sighed. What else was there to say? We would probably never be close. I didn’t trust that he would stay this apologetic. Whatever had gotten in him today was sure to pass, and we would be back to normal soon enough. With nothing else to add, I turned on my side, away from him, and went to sleep.
When I woke the next morning, I felt a warm body pressed against my back. I left my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of being in someone’s arms. I forgot where I was, didn’t remember how I’d gone to sleep, but this was a pleasant way to start the day.
A hand was on my breast, cupping it slightly. Something large and hard poked my butt. On instinct, I backed up against it. A deep, masculine groan sounded out.
My eyes flew open.
I was in the tent. Wrapped in the arms of my brother.
Looking down, I confirmed with my own eyes that Chris’s hand was on my boob. I could feel his breathing against my neck, warm and soft. I didn’t need to peek over my shoulder to know that the hardness I was feeling was my brother’s penis.
I froze still, unsure of what to do. If I woke him up, he could blame me for this. If I said nothing, he might think I liked it.
And it wasn’t totally unpleasant, if I forced my mind away from the fact that he was my brother. My nipple started to harden under his palm, much to my embarrassment.
Chris groaned some more, rousing from sleep. His palm tightened around my breast, and his hips pushed more firmly against mine. A small whimper left me. Chris moaned again too, palming my breast more.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to pretend this wasn’t happening. A few seconds later, Chris’s hand flew away from my tit.
“Fuck,” he whispered, edging away from me.
I continued to pretend to be asleep and Chris pulled himself together and exited the tent. When he left, I let out a shuddering breath. Pushing away my confusion, I decided to ignore the event even happened. A simple accident, that was all.
I dressed in the tent, throwing on a bikini and oversized top, and walked out of the tent, seeing my Mum and Dad eating breakfast. My brother wasn’t there.
“Morning, kiddo,” Mum smiled. “Come have some food.”
“Thanks,” I said, settling down on the table. “Where’s Chris?”
“On the phone,” Dad answered. “How’s the foot today? You up for a swim?”
“It’s fine,” I nodded. Swimming sounds good.”
Chris still hadn’t returned when I finished breakfast, and I saw him standing by the car as I walked past, his phone to his ear. Not really thinking on it, I made my way over to him.
“…Yeah, I know.” He said. “We can meet up as soon as I’m back if you like? When are you back from France?”
I knew at once he was talking to Megan, his girlfriend. Megan was a girl in my year at school, and the two had been dating for a few years now. She was the typical popular bitchy girl who had very little to do with me. I didn’t totally dislike her, but she always made a point to shoot me dirty looks in school for whatever reason.
“Sure. Yeah, Megs, I know. I’ll see you then? Cool.” Hanging up the phone, Chris turned around and looked at me.
“How’s Megan?” I asked, a little awkwardly.
“Fine. Enjoying her trip.”
“Good,” I said. We both stood in silence for a minute. I wondered if he was thinking about what happened in the tent this morning.
“How’s your ankle now?”
“Good. You really helped me.”
Chris smiled, making my stomach flip. I’d never seen that smile directed at me. “I didn’t really do much. But if you do happen to fall into a pit today, I’ll be there.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not going to fall into a pit.”
“I wouldn’t put it past you.”
Laughing, I walked over to stand beside him. “We’re going swimming today. I think Mum and Dad want to get going soon.”
“Sure,” he nodded, looking down at me. His eyes dropped to my lips before quickly meeting my eyes again. “Let me just go get my things.”
We spent most of that day frolicking in the large lake available for those on the campsite to use. The water was cool, which was nice, considering the heat of the sun. Mum and I would get out every now and then to lounge on towels, and more than once Chris and Dad decided to splash us both with water. By the late afternoon it was an all out splashing war, boys vs girls. I don’t remember laughing so much before. Chris was his usual vibrant self too, which was nice to witness.
When we were back at the tents, Mum and Dad announced that we’d be having dinner at a small pub that night.
“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m so tired after all that swimming. I think I might just go to bed early.”
“We can’t just leave you here alone.”
“I’ll stay with her,” Chris offered. “I’d like a relaxing night too.”
“Well let’s all stay then, we’ll dine out another time,” Mum said.
“You guys should go,” Chris responded. “Have some alone time.”
I looked from him to my parents. “Yeah,” I said slowly. “Have a date night.”
“Well, if you guys are sure.”
“Sure,” Chris and I both agreed.
We waved our parents off that evening and turned to each other.
“So,” Chris started. “What shall we do?”
Surprisingly, we spent a lot of the evening together. We played a couple of games of cards, had a beer each. Chris told me all about uni and that he wanted to go into personal training eventually. I told him about my love for photography. it was strange that at the ages of eighteen and almost twenty, we were starting to get to know one another, but I really couldn’t complain. It was nice just being with my brother in a way that didn’t end in us both screaming.
“Megan keeps telling me to transfer to a uni closer to home, since she’s staying local.”
“Do you want to?” I asked, sipping my beer.
He shrugged. “Not really. I like where I’m at. Feels more independent.”
I nodded. “Agreed. I can’t wait to live a bit of life on my own. Megan should understand that.”
“She should,” he agreed.
I paused. “Do you think you two will last?”
Chris ran a hand though his hair. It was slightly damp from his shower. “I’m not sure. Maybe? To be honest I’m getting a little bored. Think maybe I need to be single for a while.”
“Seems smart.”
“What about you?” He asked. “I never hear about you dating anyone.”
“That’s because I don’t,” I snorted.
“No one?”
I shrugged. “I’ve talked to guys here and there. But no one catches my eye. Plus…”
“Plus what?”
“Well, I don’t know… I’m no Megan, let’s put it that way.”
Chris frowned. “What does that mean?”
“I’m not well… You know… She’s really pretty and I’m…”
His frown grew. “You’re pretty, too.”
“You don’t need to compliment me, I know what I look like.”
“So do I. You’re pretty, Emily. Gorgeous, even.”
“Stop it.”
“Stop what? I’m not bullshitting. A couple of the guys in school wanted to ask you out, and I had to tell them to back off.”
My eyes went wide. “You have to be lying.”
“I swear I’m not. That’s what I never understood about you. You’re always so down about yourself, not realising what you have going for you. You’re probably the smartest girl I know, you’re cute without even realising it. I wish you saw yourself clearly.”
“Well it’s not like you were instilling confidence in me when you berated me every chance you got.”
Chris nodded. “I know. And I’m truly sorry for that.”
“Anyway,” I carry on. “I’m hardly fighting back the boys now, even with you gone.”
“I think people know you’re too good for them.”
I laughed a little. “Still, it would be nice to have a little attention. I only had a serious thing with a guy back at Christmas.”
“How serious?”
I paused before deciding to tell him. We were being honest, after all. “We slept together.”
Chris eyebrows went up. “Do I know the guy?”
“Maybe,” I laughed. “But I’m not telling you who. It never went anywhere.”
“Did you, uh… Do it a lot?”
“No,” I shook my head. “Just the once, at a party. It was, um… My first time.”
Chris nodded slowly. “And since then?”
“No one.”
“No one at all?”
My cheeks heated. “No one.”
“Right.”
“What about you?” I asked, quickly changing the subject. “When did you lose yours?”
“Oh, when I was fourteen. Maybe fifteen? I don’t know exactly.”
“Fuck, that’s young.”
“I guess,” he shrugged.
“Do I know her?”
He nodded. “Marissa Sampson.”
I rolled my eyes. “Oh my god.”
“What?” He laughed.
“You know what! She’s slept with half the student population.”
“Yes she has,” he said, grinning.
“Ugh, you’re such a gross boy. I’m going to bed.” Chris laughed as I made my way to the tent.
I didn’t bother to face away from the opening as I got undressed. I had my top and bra off when Chris ducked in.
“Shit, sorry,” he said, stopping dead in his tracks.
I covered my breasts with my arms. “That’s okay,” I said softly.
Chris awkwardly crawled inside the tent, rather than stepping back out to let me change. I didn’t think much of it. I waited for him to turn away before removing my arms, exposing my boobs once again. I dressed in another vest top and panties and got into bed, listening as Chris removed his own clothes. There was a subtle charge in the air, an electricity I couldn’t place. When Chris laid down, he didn’t scurry as far away from me like he did before. We were lying loose side by side. I could feel his leg against mine, his hair tickling me slightly.
My chest rose and fell deeply in the quiet tent. I didn’t know why I was feeling so wired, but I doubted I was going to sleep any time soon. I could tell Chris was also awake.
After a few minutes, I felt his fingers graze my hand. I froze still. He made small circles on my skin, barely touching me, but enough to bring out goosebumps on my flesh. I stayed still and let my brother touch me, unable to focus on much else.
I wondered if he was simply trying to help me get to sleep, in a nice comforting way, but then his hand came up to my stomach instead.
In between my shirt and panties, he stroked my skin. I was confused, unsure why he was touching me, but I kind of liked it. It made my stomach jump with butterflies.
The patterns he was lazily drawing on my stomach got bigger, gradually lifting my shirt higher and higher until my navel was exposed. Chris shifted, settling on his side as he continued to touch me. We were slightly closer now, I could feel his breath on my skin.
Chris stopped drawing on my skin and let his hand wander up, over my shirt. My heart was racing as he came to one of my breasts. Unable to do anything but let him carry on, I drew in a gasp when Chris pulled the neckline of my shirt down, exposing my breast to the air.
“Chris-” I whispered.
“Shhh.”
I did as I was told, too afraid to do anything else. Chris stared at my tit for a moment, watching my nipple grow harder in in the cool air. His hand came up and brushed over it slightly, making me gasp once again.
What was happening? I knew I should tell him to stop, but something in me kept my mouth wired shut. I lay there and let my brother caress my breast, let him run his fingers over my sensitive nipple, making it grow harder. When he was done, he moved to the other breast, freeing it from my shirt and tweaking my nipple.
I was laying in a tent with my brother, both of my breasts exposed as he played with them. My mind couldn’t wrap around the turn of events. When Chris leaned down and licked one of my nipples, I gasped once more. I let him take my nipple in his mouth and suck on it. No one had ever done this to me before, and I couldn’t take the feeling. I was too sensitive, too responsive. My nipples grew larger, harder, as if they were aching to be in his mouth. He played with the other nipple as he nipped and bit on one, then turned to give the other the same attention.
Lifting up, Chris looked down at me, still toying with my breast. “I’ve been thinking about these all day, seeing you in your bikini.”
“W-What?”
“It’s the first time I’ve seen your body. I was going out of my mind. So big,” he murmured, leaning down to suck on a nipple again. Lifting up again, he stared at me as one hand drifted down my ribs, passed my stomach and along my panties.
“Chris, what are you-”
My brother kissed me, cutting off any protest. I wish I could say I resisted, but I know I kissed him back. I know I let his tongue into my mouth, and I know I let him suck on my own. The hand at my underwear dipped inside.
I pulled away. “Chris, you can’t-”
“You don’t shave?” He asked huskily.
“I… Uh, I wax, normally, but I haven’t been for a while.”
Chris licked his lips. Moving so that he was in between my legs, he started to pull my underwear down.
I snapped my knees together. “Chris, no-”
He gently pried my legs apart. “Let me take care of you.”
“We can’t.”
Chris responded by gripping my panties again, watching me, as if daring me to stop him. Why didn’t I stop him? I don’t know. I wasn’t thinking at all. I felt wetness pool between my legs as he stripped me, and I didn’t want him to know it. But he didn’t let me hide from him again. Ducking down, Chris brought his nose to my pussy and inhaled.
“Oh my god,” I whispered as Chris let out a moan. “Chris, please. Stop.”
He ignored me. I wasn’t sure if I was glad for it or not. Nuzzling into my curls, he inhaled again. Then, he used his fingers to part my lips.
“So pink,” he murmured.
Looking down at him, I saw his tongue flick out and lick his lips. Then, that same tongue swiped at my centre. My head flew back, a man escaping me. My brother was licking my pussy. I was letting this happen. I could have gotten away, could have ran out, but I didn’t I was allowing this to happen. Chris licked me again and sucked on my clit. He moaned as he ate me, the vibrations of it sending a wave of pleasure through me.
I don’t know how long it lasted, my brother eating my pussy, but my body soon started to tense. I was shaking as he licked and sucked at me. I couldn’t understand why I was turned on instead of disgusted, close to an orgasm instead of pushing him away.
I gasped loudly, threading my fingers into his hair and forcing him harder against my wet slit as I came. My tits jiggled from the force of it, I saw them as I watched my brother bring me to orgasm.
When I was finished, shame rolled over me. How could we have done this? It was so wrong and sick. I couldn’t believe I’d taken any kind of pleasure in it.
When Chris climbed up my body and pressed his lips to mine, I tried to push him away.
“Shh,” he said, swiping his tongue against my lips. I could taste my own pussy on him.
“Stop,” I groaned. “We have to stop.”
Chris didn’t listen to me. He gripped my vest shirt in his large hands and pulled on it. The material tore in two, ripped from top to bottom, exposing my entire torso to him. He grabbed a hold of my breasts with both of his hands.
I could feel his erection between my legs. I don’t know why it shocked me, but I cried out when it grazed my clit.
Releasing me, Chris kneeled back and began removing his clothes. I pretended I didn’t know where he was going with this, but it was pretty obvious where he wanted this to lead. Still, I said and did nothing to get away.
My brother was naked before me. His body was lean and athletic. He had nicely defined abs and strong muscles. A line of dark hair trailed from his navel to his thick, large cock. It was hard, pointing out to me, as if pointing to what it wanted. I let out a gasp.
Chris stroked his length with a hand, staring down at me. “You still don’t believe that I find you gorgeous?”
“I… I….” I stammered. No words came. I watched as he stroked his meat, the head of it large and purple looking.
Chris pushed his cock down to line up with my opening. Only then did I try to move away.
“No!” I whisper-cried. “Chris, please we can’t!”
“We can,” he said simply, grasping my legs and pulling me back down toward him. His clock glided over my lips and clit, making me moan.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, taking his penis once more and coating it in my juices.
I thought about moving away again, but I knew he would just drag me right back. I could scream, could cry out, but for whatever reason, I didn’t.
I watched as my brother’s penis lined up with my pussy.
Felt it as the tip entered me.
I closed my eyes. He was so big, I wasn’t sure if he’d even fit. But he was right: I was wet, which made it easier for him to gain entry. He slowly pushed his cock inside me, inch by inch. I whimpered at the feel of him. He stretched my pussy, but it felt like he fit inside me perfectly. When he pushed all the way in, my brother let out a throaty groan.
“We can’t do this,” I said again, even as I gasped at the feeling of him inside me. “Mum and Dad could come back any minute.”
Chris moaned. “Yes, they could.”
I couldn’t believe it. I think he was into being caught. Or the idea of it anyway. He pulled out of my pussy then thrust back in roughly. I whimpered as he moved in and out of me. Every time he withdrew, my pussy clenched, as if desperate to keep him inside. When he grazed my G stop, I cried out loudly.
“You like that?” He asked.
I couldn’t confirm or deny. I closed my eyes and let my brother fuck me. My hips started rising up, trying to meet him.
“Yeah, you like that,” he answered for me. “Can you feel me deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I breathed.
“What do you feel?”
I moaned.
Chris reached up and gripped my chin, forcing my eyes to open and face him.
“Answer me,” he ordered.
“I feel your cock,” I said.
“Who’s cock?”
I groaned. “My-My brother’s cock.”
“That’s it,” he said, thrusting harder. “Do you like your big brother’s cock?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Oh, god, yes.”
“Tell me.”
“I…I like my big brother’s cock. Fuck me, I like it.”
“Mmm, good girl. I like this tight little pussy, too.”
“Oh, yes,” I breathed. “Please. Please tell me.”
Chris leaned down and sucked on a nipple, releasing it with a pop. “I fucking love my little sister’s pussy. So tight and wet for her big brother.”
“So wet,” I agreed.
“Never… Thought… About you… Like this… Before,” Chris grunted with each thrust. “But now…”
I placed my hands on his hips and wrapped my legs around him. My breasts were bouncing each time he bottomed out, his balls hit my bass. Looking down, I witnessed the evidence of our joining, his cock, slick with my juices, pumping in and out of my pussy. I could hardly breathe.
“This is what you wanted all along, wasn’t it? You say you worshipped me. Did you really want to worship my cock?”
I shook my head.
“Liar,” he hissed. “I think this is all you wanted.”
I didn’t deny it. Maybe he was right. Maybe this is what I was looking for all along. Every time I thought about his handsome looked, about how cool he was. Maybe this was what it was all about.
Chris’s thrusts got harder and faster, knocking the wind out of me. My brother fucked me with everything in him, making me gasp and whimper beneath him. I was totally at his mercy, but I didn’t care. All that mattered was this. Feeling my brother’s cock inside me, fucking me, bringing me pleasure I’d never experienced before.
My toes started to curl and I gripped on to him.
“Chris… Chris…”
“That’s it, good girl,” he carried on pounding into me. “Come for me. Come around your big brother’s cock.”
I did as I was told, unable to hold back my orgasm any longer. I cried out, throwing my head backward. I didn’t care if anyone heard me. A small, reckless part of me hoped the did hear. Hoped they came in looking and found us here, found a brother thrusting his cock into his sister’s pussy, making her writhe and scream and come.
Chris’s orgasm followed mine not longer after. He groaned loudly, pounding into me, then shot rope after rope of hot semen into my vagina. My brother was cumming in me. It almost made me orgasm all over again. I held Chris as he rode out his orgasm, before stilling on top of me.
We lay like that for a minute, breathing deeply, bathing in the afterglow. My mind was a mess. Guilt and desire swam through me, confusing me.
Eventually, Chris lifted away from me and slowly pulled his penis from me. Looking down, I saw some semen leak out of me. Evidence of our incest. Chris took what leaked onto his fingers and pushed it right back inside of me.
“Back where it belongs,” he said.
A thought struck me. “I’m not on birth control.”
Chris smirked and leaned down to kiss me, silently answering my worry. I kissed him back, our tongues playing with each other. I knew I could get pregnant, but I was so high on what we’d just done I didn’t care. I almost welcomed it.
We stayed that way, holding and kissing each other, even when we heard Mum and Dad return. They didn’t bother to check on us, thankfully, as they would have caught their children in a compromising position. Chris kissed and sucked on my neck as we heard our parents get ready for bed. His cock was growing, I could feel it between my legs. When he went to insert it in me again, I looked to him, panicked.
“No!” I whispered. Chris cut me off with a kiss. After that, I didn’t resist him as he pushed his cock inside me. We could hear our parents talking about our plans for the rest of the trip, unknowing that their children were committing incest right beside them.
We fucked as they went to sleep. I tried to be as quiet as possible, but at one point, Chris thrust into me, and his abdomen grazed my clit. I whimpered loudly.
“Emily?” Dad called, his voice thick with sleep. “You alright?”
My pussy pulsed at the thought of my Dad speaking to me while I was having sex with my brother. “I… I’m fine, Dad. Bad dream – uh!! – Night!”
“Night, kiddo.”
Chris and I came together after that, perhaps making a little too much noise. He came inside me again, flooding me with his semen.
We slept naked in each other’s arms that night. I didn’t know how either of us would feel come morning, but for now, I was happy that my brother and I were actually enjoying each other’s company for once.
Even if we were enjoying it a little too much.