by Angel Honey
His eyebrows drew together and I wondered what confused him so much. Then I followed his gaze down and realized what it was.
The thick shaft between his legs was swelling as he looked at my picture. Incredulous, he looked down at his hard-on, his eyebrows lifting before his lips clamped together and he set down the picture on my nightstand.
“Stop it, David,” he said to himself, running a hand over his shorn hair. “She’s your sister, not some filthy slut.” But his eyes slid back to my picture and his cock twitched in his pants.
“Oh fuck,” he said. Reaching out, he moved the picture so that he could see me clearly. Sitting back on the stripped bed, he ran the heel of his hand down his pulsing erection. In the closet, I spread my legs apart a bit. I felt so hot between my thighs.
Peering out of the closet, I saw him reach out for a lacy white thong on the floor. Raising it to his face, he breathed in my scent. His large nose pressed right against the fabric and I felt a jolt of electricity between my thighs. Reaching down, I slipped my fingers through my soaking folds while he wrapped the thong in his hand and started dragging it up and down his thick throbbing dick.
“Oh fuck, little sis,” he groaned. “Never realized how fucking sexy you are.” His cock was so thick that the lace was strained around it. He moved the stiff fabric that had so recently been snug to my pussy around himself, the taut muscles in his chest flexing as he moved his arm.
“David…” I whispered. I’d never been so wet before. Swirling my pointer around my clit, my eyes stayed glued to him while the muscle sin his forearm flexed and he fucked his fist harder.
“God I want to feel your pussy around me,” he growled. His neck was strained with effort. “Want to thrust inside you and fill you with cum.” His words flowed out until I was sopping. “Ask me to fuck your tight cunt. Tell me how much you need your brother’s cock,” he said to the picture of me.
Unable to contain myself, I moaned. I was breathing faster, harder, my pussy swollen and needy, and then froze. My brother was approaching the closet. He’d heard me!
He opened the closet door, cock still throbbing in his hand and saw me splayed out, one finger buried in my pussy, my thumb working my clit while my other hand pinched and tugged at my nipples.
“Fuck,” he muttered, right before his cock jerked and cum sprayed out, decorating my face and stomach with the thick, pearly fluid. The heat pushed me over the edge and I screamed my pleasure, spreading my legs wider.
“Oh god, oh god,” I said, fingering until the shudders stopped. We both stared at each other, wide-eyed, without words between us.
Finally I rose and moved shakily to my bed.
“What were you doing?” he asked, sitting next to me.
“What were you doing?” I countered, pointing to the picture he’d set on the nightstand.
His eyes moved down my form, appraising my curves and hollows while I appreciated the taut skin stretched over his perfect muscles. Heat rose between us.
“I’ve got to taste your pussy pussy,” he said, reaching for my legs. I froze, nervous, but let him do as he pleased. I couldn’t deny that I wanted it, even though it was wrong.
What if our parents comes back?
His strong hands grasped my thighs, pulling them apart and sliding my entire body sideways until my soaked pink pussy was bare to him. David licked his lips and leaned forward, inhaling my scent before touching the very tip of his tongue to my clit. I jerked and he used one hard hand to hold me down on the mattress.
“Still,” he ordered.
His tongue worked me until my hips were jerking and his face was shiny with my juices. “You taste like peaches,” he said. “Fuck, baby, I can’t get enough of your damn cunt.”
“Faster, please,” I moaned. So close.
He speared his tongue into me. His familiar head was large and obscene between my slender thighs. I grabbed onto the mattress with my nails and screamed as I started to cum.
“Yes, slut. Yes. Come on my fucking tongue.” He slid a thick finger into me and my pussy walls clamped down on it. His tongue laved my secret places while he fucked me with one thick digit until I couldn’t come anymore and slumped back, exhausted.
“David…” I said, meeting his eyes. “What do we do now?”
He rose up and pressed his thick lips to mine. I could taste my juices on them, and on his talented tongue when he shoved it into my mouth. His fingers tangled in my hair, pressing my face to his, but then he drew back, looking shocked.
“I don’t know,” he said, his hands tightening on my hair. “What do you want to happen next?”
“We should probably pretend it never happened,” I said, hoping he’d disagree. We didn’t share blood. It was okay for us to do this—right?
“I guess you’re right,” he said and I felt my heart sink with disappointment.
“It’s for the best.” I replied, wishing that he’d touch me again. “It never happened.” He nodded and left the room without a word.
We didn’t see each other again until Christmas break.
Taking What’s Mine
“I’m so glad you’re home,” my Mom said, wrapping her arms around me. She already smelled like bourbon and I was sure she’d be out again before it was even dinner time. Her enthusiasm at having me back only went so far.
“Thanks,” I said, pulling out of her embrace, giving my Dad and Chris kisses on the cheek and then turning to David. He still couldn’t meet my eyes. Dressed in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt, he looked absolutely as delicious as he had the day he’d eaten my pussy until I had the best orgasm of my life.
Sure, I was a little afraid of the tree trunk he called a cock, but I loved him and I wanted him to push it up inside me and spray its naughty seed deep inside my body. And as soon as our parents left and Chris went to hang out with his stupid girlfriend, I was going to get what I wanted.
Of course, stuff never works out the way you planned. After a few moments of catching up, Mom’s cell rang and she excused herself once she checked the caller ID. Chris told David to come check out his new car, leaving me and Dad alone in the kitchen.
“Want something to eat?” he asked.
“Just yogurt or maybe some fruit,” I said. No reason to fill my stomach now when I had every intention of letting my brother fill it up later.
“Here,” he said, opening the fridge and pulling out some sliced berries. “Have these. I had the first half at lunch. I’m kind of glad we had a minute. I wanted to talk to you about something.”
“What’s up?”
“I didn’t want to stress you out before exams, but I think you should know…I saw you and your brother on Thanksgiving break.”
“What?!” A chill ripped through me as Dad sat down at the kitchen table and assessed me with his wicked blue eyes. “Saw us what?”
“I saw his mouth buried in your perfect pussy,” he said succinctly. “Are you okay? Did you want that?”
“I…” I didn’t want to admit to my father that I’d wanted my brother to go down on me, but I couldn’t deny it either. “I did.”
“Why?”
“I just…I’ve never loved another guy the way I love David and Chris and you.” The words came out of me as a surprise, but they were true. I never had—and I feared I never would. Something about the strong, protective and sexy men I’d been around for so many years had made all other men weak and pale in comparison.
That’s when what I really wanted hit me for the first time. I understood with perfect clarity that I didn’t just want David. I wanted all of them.
“We love you too, Ella…”
“You don’t understand,” I said. “I love you. All of you.” I slid my finger under the neckline of my top and met his eyes, bolder than I knew I could be.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do.” Grasping a slice of the berries, I brought it to my lips and slid it into my mouth. The cool syrup coated my lips.
“Want a taste?�
�� I asked, my knees trembling. What if he says no?
I could see the struggle in his eyes, but years of celibacy combined with his lust for me and won out over any objections he may have had. Dad leaned forward without a word and licked the seam of my lips. His tongue was heavy on my skin, and I shivered at the touch. His bright eyes lit and he pulled back just as Mom walked back in.
“They need me at work,” she said.
Lie.
“I’ll be out late tonight.”
Truth, but only because she’ll be fucking someone other than Daddy.
“You’ll have to go to the Parlen’s place without me.”
She made her excuses to both of us, then changed into something that wouldn’t have gone over well at her office and left.
“This can’t happen again,” Dad said, leaning forward on his elbows.
“I thought you wanted to.”
“I did. You’re my daughter…”
“Not really,” I said and reached out to touch his arm. “Look. We don’t share blood.”
“But…it’s wrong. Even so, Ella, I couldn’t stop thinking about the way you looked with your legs spread as you came. The way it was dripping…” he groaned. “I can’t forget.”
“Me either.” Whenever I’d been alone in my new dorm room, I’d touched myself remembering how it felt that day.
“I’m going to go out,” he said. “We can talk about this later.”
I nodded. “But don’t forget, Daddy, I can give you something Mom won’t give you.”
“What’s that?”
“A baby,” I said shyly, standing and patting my flat stomach.
“What?”
“You told Mom you wanted a baby, and she wouldn’t give it to you. I want to give you a baby.”
His eyes dilated up. Lust warred with his morals—and won. “You want me to fuck you and fill you with my hot cum until I get you knocked up?”
“Yes,” I said, licking my lips. “It might take a few times.”
“Damn it, Ella,” Dad said, advancing. His cock was already hard behind the soft material of his trousers and I wanted to wrap myself around him and rub up against his massive erection—but I hadn’t planned for this response and I was still wearing grimy travel clothes. Still I would—
--he stepped back. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“It’s just…I can’t.” He raked his eyes over my body and then turned and left like demons were chasing at his heels.
I sighed. At least I knew David would be receptive. Looking down at my travel outfit, I went upstairs to get prettier.
After a quick shower, I slipped into black lace panties and a black skirt that was so short my brother would be able to see the pale cheeks of my ass peeking out. I wasn’t sure whether I should wear a shirt for him to take off, but decided that he’d be more shocked to see my nipples as soon as I walked in. I pinched each one hard, making sure it was erect, then walked into the hallway.
The air was cool on my skin and my legs felt shaky. Am I doing the right thing? I mean, Mom would flip and Dad knew and…
Opening the door to his room, I saw him already nude. He was in the process of changing clothes and stopped, shocked.
“What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since Thanksgiving.” I ran a finger over my nipple and shivered at the light brush of contact. “Please don’t say no.” His cock was already growing.
For a moment I thought he might turn me away, but then his eyes went hot as he stared at me with more hunger than I’d ever seen. “Come here, baby,” he said, stroking his thick cock from base to tip. He sat on the bed and settled against the pillows. A bead of pre-cum glittered at the end, fat and sticky. “Taste me.”
My pink, glossy lips parted and I moved onto the bed, my knees sinking into the soft mattress and then sliding over the comforter. When I’d almost reached him, he put a hand out and pushed me down so that I was on all fours. “Get down, and use your tongue,” he said, and my pussy clenched at the harsh tone.
I couldn’t believe my brother was talking to me like this.
Putting my hands on the bed, I arched my back and looked up at him. I could feel my dark blue eyes grow wider as his wide hand moved up and down the swollen shaft again, presenting it for my perusal. “Honestly, bro, I think it might be too big.” Seeing his cock like this was a shock. I’d forgotten its girth.
“You’ve been teasing me long enough,” he said. “Showing off glimpses of your milk white skin while you bounce around in your little skirts the last month before you went to college. Trying to get me to notice you. Well, I did. So open your mouth, Ella, and show me just how much you learned about sucking cock while you were away at college.”
My mouth wasn’t open wide enough to swallow his fat tool, so I girded my jaw and opened it wider. Darting out my tongue to touch the head of his dick, I licked up the drooling slit and shivered when he groaned deep in his throat. His cum was salty and masculine. I licked harder, lapping up the next bead of precum.
“That’s it, sis,” he said, his hand coming down heavy on my red hair. “Suck it in deep.”
Moving down the shaft, I complied. While I sucked on his long pole, I worked my hands on his nuts. They were soft and firm, and when I came off his cock with a solid pop, I bent down to kiss his balls softly before going back to tongue the crown of his shaft again.
“Deeper, gorgeous,” he said, pushing against the back of my head to further impale himself on my mouth. I felt my lips stretched to their limit as he fed his rod between them and moaned when he bottomed out in my throat. Pushing on my shoulders, he straightened my body and then continued to feed his shaft into my throat.
I gagged and he flexed his hips. “Fuck, yes. Oh, god, Ella.” Tears streamed from my eyes as his cock ravaged my throat. I wanted it—but it was sure hard to take it. He wouldn’t let me back off, just kept feeding it deeper and deeper.
“I want to cum down your pretty throat,” he said. “Now.” My eyes watered even more as his load shot down my throat, thick and creamy.
Then I heard clapping at the door of the bedroom.
Dad and Chris were home.
Stretched
“I’d ask what’s going on,” Chris said with a wry grin, “but it’s not that much of a surprise.” David pulled me back against him and covered my breasts with his hands.
“It’s not?”
“Of course not,” Chris said. “I mean, I thought you were into us after the move-in incident” where he’d caught me looking at his ass “but this is actually better. May I?”
I looked at David, who nodded. Chris stepped closer and reached out, touching me between the legs.
“Christopher!” I gasped when he parted my moist folds and started stroking my clit.
“Tell me how much you love it, honey.” He teased my pleasure pearl, stroking it with my own moisture while I rocked my hands against him. When I was close…so close…he slipped a finger inside me and I came, jerking against his finger.
“Fuck,” Dad said. He’d taken off his clothes and was stroking his cock as he watched. “You’re so fucking sexy when you come. I love watching you come for your brother like a little slut.”
He approached the bed and knelt, reaching for me. I tilted my head back and he leaned down to kiss me, soft and loving. I liked being so close to him and my brother’s big warm bodies.
“Dad?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Is it bad that I get really wet when you call me a slut?”
“No, Ella.” His voice was tender. “I want you to be my slut.”
Comforted, I snuggled up to him so that I was between him and David. Chris returned his finger to my pussy, working it in and out of my sopping depths.
“Something I got to ask,” Dad said.
“Yes?”
“Baby girl, are you a virgin?”
Slowly, I nodded.
“Who do you want to pop your cherry?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I mean…I love all of you so much. Maybe David? We’ve done the most together.”
“Are you up for it?” Dad asked.
“Obviously,” David said. All three men had long, thick cocks and were so beautiful nude that my mouth watered.
“Then get her on her knees so you can pop her cherry and stretch out her tight little cunt,” Dad said. I felt myself grow even wetter at the words.
“Is she on birth control?” Chris asked.
“No,” Dad laughed, trailing a finger up and down my wet slit, circling my virgin opening before teasing my asshole while I shivered. His finger was rough from a lifetime of working hard and larger than even Chris and David. “But I’m sure her bitch Mom and I wouldn’t mind adopting if Ella got pregnant. It’s important that she finishes college, after all.”
Dad walked back to my head and lifted my chin, making me meet his eyes. “You know we’re a lot to take for a girl as innocent as you. What do you want, baby?”
“You. All three of you.” I said simply, cocking my head to the side to see if he was pleased with my answer. The smile that graced his face was enough to let me know he was.
He took my arms in his hands and pulled me up until his mouth could meet mine. Daddy’s kiss was aggressive, a kiss that claimed me in a way that other’s never had before. His tongue pushed between my lips and touched my own and my eyes widened as the full impact of what we were doing became clear—he was my mother’s husband, after all!
But I couldn’t deny the flood of feeling in me or the heat between my thighs. I kissed him back tentatively, running my hands up his back and feeling his broad shoulders. His body was big and warm against my own.
Dad swung me around without tearing his mouth from mine and circled my back with his arms. I jumped and squealed into Daddy’s mouth when I felt another hot mouth on my neck, pressing soft kisses against the delicate skin. Chris had come up behind me and Daddy settled me against my brother so that now I had two cocks pressing against my virgin body.
Chris’s tongue was warm and wet as he kissed my neck until I was a mess of hot achiness. His hands around me and squeezed my breasts until they almost hurt.
