by J. D. Moon
“Ohhh! Oh I’m coming again…” she moaned, but not before Rob pulled out and held his red dick firm. He spurted his love all over her tummy and pubic mound, inhaling deeply and groaning aloud, finally taking care of a ten year ache.
Both were so turned on, so scandalized, and now so wet and exhausted, they couldn’t do anything but puff in and out, laying next to each other on that suddenly tainted bed.
“Oh God…what did we do,” Rob said, finally remembering in his body that she was like a little sister, and practically family.
“Huhhh…” she breathed out, too dizzy to even reply.
“What did we do…” he turned and looked at her, confused and a bit soberly. The lust was real, that’s for sure, but his guilt suddenly returned. To his surprise, he wasn’t the only one who was second-guessing their explosive affair.
“I don’t know…oh God…I can’t believe we did that…” Carolyn said, much to Rob’s anguish, who now felt doubly blood guilty for his sin against all mankind.
“I’m sorry…my intention wasn’t to…”
“Hey, hey,” she said, touching his chest, before quickly becoming embarrassed and removing it. “That’s not what I’m talking about. Stop blaming yourself for everything.”
“But I’m like your big brother. I’m supposed to be protecting you. And here I am…”
“Yeah…well, big brother. Maybe I should tell you the other side of the coin now. I have a boyfriend.”
“What?!”
“Yeah. So maybe you should lay off the guilt a while and let me have some.”
“I…I didn’t know.”
“I never told you. Did I? I guess that makes me the bad girl.”
She covered herself with a pillow, feeling a bit self-conscious but still enjoying the awkward moment of nudity with the one guy fate denied her. A woman really can do the impossible, can’t she?
Suffice it to say, it was an awkward talk afterwards, and both big brother and little sis departed on uncertain terms. Rob’s goal was to leave the crime scene as soon as possible, and Carolyn had to rush home to assure Skylar, the cuckolded, that everything was okay—even if that was a particularly injurious lie.
Skylar was a bit of a slow learner, so at least Carolyn had that going for him. But she also knew as obsessive and anxious as Rob was, there was no way he could let this go. There would be no secrets and it couldn’t happen again. They still needed the “talk” assuring each other it was a mistake.
But why? Her stubborn mind asked. He’s not my physical brother. If I get off on having sex with someone who feels like my brother that’s my cross to bear. No one else’s business.
The phone rang, and as characteristic for a lonely evening, that meant only bad news. It’s him. Probably wanting to define what happened, call it a mistake, with a sad and somber promise of never letting it happen again.
“Yeah?”
“It’s me, Carolyn.”
“I expected you might call. Rob.” The name, just the name felt so taboo now. They really had fucked up a good friendship and it felt titillating, even now, as she rubbed her snatch thinking about his length. “So? Let’s hear it.”
“Hear what? All I know is…I don’t want this to stop.”
“What?” Her heart raced and her eyes widened. Of all people to be suddenly selfish and taking, her own brother? Who wanted this game to keep going?
“I don’t know how. But I can’t stop thinking about you. About what we did…”
“But…are you okay with it?”
“I’m not okay about you cheating on your boyfriend. As for us…well…I don’t know what to say about it, except that I can’t walk away from you. Not now. Not back then. Jesus, Carolyn, I’ve never been able to walk away from you.”
Especially now, she thought, rolling her fingers through her hair, enjoying the naughty thought that she finally had him—held him firmly, and with no intention of letting him go. The brother she wanted for so long. You’ll never walk away from me ever again.
“I have an idea,” Carolyn said, double flinching her own guilt away. “We don’t have to confess anything. But I’ll ask Skylar if he wants a threesome.”
“What?”
“We’ve always talked about it. I’ll convince him that our sex life needs a little excitement. That’s no lie, either. I think he’ll be up for it. That way, we don’t have to feel guilty. He’ll know that we have a casual relationship going. No secrets.”
“So…we’d both…at the same time?”
“Just until I break up with him. A few weeks maybe. But just once…you know…you could fulfill a longtime fantasy of mine…”
She bit her finger at the thought. Not only her stepbrother but her boyfriend. Together, pleasuring her. She had always heard of girlfriends trying it, but never thought she would have the chance.
“Okay…I think that’s a good plan. At least, he’ll know that something’s happening between us.”
So intent on keeping me that he’s willing to do a threesome. I have him just where I want him.
Carolyn felt the power all right, and felt erotic and tingly all day long, anticipating the marathon that was to come. Skylar was such a hippie, she figured, he wouldn’t object to fucking in bed with another guy. In fact, his response went a lot better than she could have even planned.
“Threesome with some guy you just met? Yeah, I’ll try anything once,” he said with a jocular smile.
The only problem was, there was still a secret. She didn’t tell Skylar the absolute truth, that she had already slept with the “guy”, and worse yet, he was her legal brother. Stepbrother by blood, but very real in every other sense of the world. That part Skylar probably wouldn’t have been so relaxed about, but some thrills in life are worth the secrets.
The date was set, Friday naturally, when all good threesomes seem to happen. She spent a good two hours decorating the scene; first, putting new red blankets on the bed, then spraying the arousing scent of lilac throughout the room. She put a glass of champagne on ice with wine glasses on the dresser. She even set mood music to play softly in the background, together with burning candles for a touch of class. To top it off she wore sexy red lacy lingerie, the kind she knew the boys would like. Threesome etiquette was a bit complex, especially with one of her men oblivious, like Skylar, and the other a demanding, chronic worrier—who also happened to have that brother thing going on.
She sighed in disbelief as the hour went on, and predictably, damned Skylar was late again. He always came home late on Fridays, probably out drinking with the guys or hitting on some waitress, whom he knows he’s not allowed to sleep with anyway. Who the hell is late to a ménage a trios? She huffed in anger and called Skylar on his cell phone, but once again was delayed. She called Rob too but no answer. Whatever was going on had to be something big. It isn’t every day this arrangement is offered.
Or was Rob letting the guilt get to him again? After another forty-five minutes of waiting, she extinguished the candles and turned off the music. The mood was gone and without so much as an explanation, there was going to be hell to pay.
If and when the boys ever came back.
Just as she was ready to take a nap of despair, a loud knock sounded through the living room. Could that be Rob? Why wouldn’t he answer the phone?
She slipped on a silk robe and covered her curves up tight. She looked through the peephole and recognized a friendly face.
“Guy?” she said, slowly opening the front door.
“Sissie. Long time no see,” Guy said with a chuckle. It had been a long time and the years had been kind to Guy, even though he was the younger brother and always seemed to grab a girl or two away from the shyer Rob. His brown spiky hair, corporate suit, and sunglasses made him look like the douchebag boss everyone loves to hate. Funny, since the last time they spoke at a family reunion, Guy seemed to be drifting aimlessly from job to job. To see Guy so confident and on top of the world was actually quite a change from what she remembered.<
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“How are you?”
“I’m great. I saw that you called the other day. Did you leave a message?”
“Yeah…” she said, a bit confused and more than a little embarrassed at the timing. “Did you get the message?”
“I really don’t check any of my messages,” Guy said with a chuckle. “Wow, I really haven’t been here in forever. Mind if I come in?” Guy said as pushed the door open and helped himself to the room.
“Uh…well…” Carolyn said, holding her robe together with one hand and other hand holding her head in frustration.
“You look great. As always,” he said with a smile.
“Thanks.”
“A little…uh…how shall I say, frustrated? Are you getting any sis?”
“Excuse me?” she said in annoyance.
“Just asking. Hey, your answer is what’s revealing not my question.” He laughed again and sat on the couch, admiring the view of the room.
“Uh…look, Guy.”
“Wait…” he said with a grin. “Are you calling me by my name or just referring to me as an impersonal noun?”
“Very funny,” she said with a squint. “Umm…actually I was kind of in the middle of something.” Literally in the middle or at least I was.
“Oh? Do tell.”
“It’s a personal matter. But…”
Before she could explain further her cell phone rang. As figured, and as usual, with the worst possible timing, Rob returned her call.
“Oh, I have to take this.”
“That’s what she said,” Guy laughed.
“So sorry baby,” Rob said in a slow and affected voice.”
“Rob? What happened?”
“I’m okay. It’s nothing bad.”
“What? What?”
“I was involved in a minor collision.”
“Oh God! What happened?”
“A van rear ended me.”
“Huhh!” she gasped. “Oh no. Was anyone hurt?” She looked at Guy. “Someone rear ended him.”
Guy chuckled. “I can’t say I’m surprised to hear that at all.” He took a deep sniff, noticing a distinct scent coming from the other room.
She opened her eyes wide, still in mid conversation with Rob, but noticing he had already made his way towards the bedroom. He opened it and saw the arrangements, sending Carolyn back a smirk.
“Well, well.”
Carolyn shook her head, still trying to focus on what Rob was saying.
Losing her guard, she let go of her silky robe and gave away her sexy secret—which got an eyebrow lift from Guy.
“Look, I got to go, Rob. I’m glad you’re okay. Let me take care of something and I’ll come to see you at the hospital.”
Guy walked up to her just as she hung up the cell phone.
“Well, sissie. Looks like someone’s got plans for the evening. Who’s the lucky boyfriend?”
“It’s not…” she said, before looking at Guy in wide-eyed regret.
“Oh my!” he said with wince. “You mean…you’re dating Rob?”
“No! No! Of course not!” she laughed. “We just reconnected, you know, as brother and sister, when dad died. We talked.”
“Ah yes,” Guy said, probably believing her. “I heard of that myself. Mixed emotions here, some negative. “But…” He looked her up and down, admiring her red bra and panties which were out in the open. “I’m far more interested in the here and now. Who are you expecting, darling?”
“My boyfriend, Guy. That’s who. Can you please leave now?”
“Funny that I should catch you here all dressed up and no place to go. And no man in sight apparently. Because I had just decided, as I left the house, that tonight was going to be the night that I told you.”
“Told me what?”
“That I have always liked you, sissie. And not just in that brotherly sort of way. When I was in my teens, I had a constant hard-on for you. Maybe you didn’t notice. Buy I did. You were beautiful. And you still are.”
“That’s sweet of you to say,” she sighed.
“I had originally come here to drop off some clothes and talk about dad. But I must say the mood has certainly changed.”
He walked up closer to her, dangerously close to her lips and eyeing her in desire. She backed away, alarmed at his invasion.
“Guy, what are you doing?”
“The truth is I’ve always wanted you. And I think you the feeling was mutual. Or at least, it is now.”
“It’s not…”
Before she could finish her sentence, Guy reached over and kissed her, a very unbrotherly kiss, and an aggressive manner that felt just like Rob’s treatment of her. She broke away from the kiss and glared, keeping a frown, but not exactly shooting daggers with her eyes. “Rob. We can’t do that. It’s not right.”
“Why? We’re not blood relatives. And besides, if you have a boyfriend, why isn’t he here romancing you?”
“Because…he’s late.”
“Unless…you really are dating, Rob and you’re covering it up.”
“No, no, no, I’m not.”
He kissed her again, this time grabbing her hair with his hands.
It was hard to let go of his kiss. The dominant hands, the smooth lips and fiery grip of passion always left her weak at the knees. And yes, there were times when even Guy would come into her imagination, her late night thoughts. But this, like this, it wasn’t right.
She gently pushed him away and broke away from his intense eye contact.
“I think you should go.”
“I will, sissie, if that’s what you want. But first…”
He sank to his knees and put up his hands in a begging position. “Please, please won’t you sleep with me?” He laughed it off. “Do an old brother a big favor.”
“Very funny!”
But while he was down on his knees he took advantage of the situation by crawling over to Carolyn’s thighs, kissing up a trail from her knees to her thights.
“What are you doing!”
“I’m just giving you what you want, sissie. Maybe the stuff you’re afraid to ask for. But I know how you think. And I know what you want.”
He pushed her gently to the bed and began kissing her through her panties.
She sighed, trying to brush away the unwelcome arousal. “Guy…you’re my brother…” She felt her pussy moisten as soon as she said it, and she shut her eyes, waiting a long moment before further objecting. He put his mouth right on the warmth of her clit and nibbled, teasing her, while stroking her breasts.
“This isn’t right…” she whispered, trying to figure out how to get rid of Guy and how to snap herself out of the erotic trance.
“I know. It’s very bad. But…” he said, as he leaned in and gently swayed her panties off, exposing her pussy lips. “But that’s how you’ve always liked it. Isn’t it? I know for a fact I saw you and Rob experimenting once. In your bedroom. You thought I missed it, didn’t you?”
“Uhhhh…” she cried in both revulsion and reluctant pleasure as he licked a path from her dripping pussy to her clitoris.
“I know what turns bad little sister on. More importantly, I know how your body works.”
“No…Guy…it’s not like that.”
“It’s not like what?” he said with a strong note at the end as he inserted two fingers into her opening, and then slide them upward, rubbing back and forth. “Pity you didn’t ask me for any pointers, since you know, I was quiet knowledgeable in my teens. Rob was more of a late bloomer. The G-spot for instance.”
“Uhhh! Guy! Wh-What are you doing?” she screamed, feeling his fingers sliding in and out, creating a pulsating thrust right into her most sensitive spot.
“I know if you had a clear head you would say no, sissie. That’s why I’m going to make you come first. So that by the time your good sense comes back to you, I’ll have already made that pussy scream.”
“S-Stop…I can’t do this to him…”
“Admit it. Yo
u’re fucking your own brother. Stepbrother, but still very kinky and wrong.”
“I…I…”
She shut her eyes down tightly as Rob increased the speed of his G-spot massage. “Say it. Say you’re fucking your brother.”
He kept up the friction but helped himself to her exposed clitoris, licking it up and down. He used his free hand to pull up her vaginal skin, giving him a full view of her throbbing clitoris.
“Ohhhh…I’m…I’m…fucking my broth…”
Just as she almost blew her whole cover, she stopped speaking and turned over to her left. Skylar had just returned home and entered the room, seeing nothing but a man fingering his wife and tasting her juices. An ordinary man might rage or cause a scene. Skylar though, gave the two of them a knowing grin.
“So…you’re the guy she’s been talking about, huh?” He reached up and pulled his shirt off, exposing his rugged chest and armful of tattoos, just the kind of badboy Carolyn couldn’t resist. “I see you got the party started.”
Guy stared at Skylar until he unraveled the plot, then went back to his licking and thrusting. He eyed Carolyn with mad, lecherous eyes, knowing she was being fucked by the wrong brother, but had no choice but to go along with it now—to eat up that guilt all nice and clean.
“Let me taste her. Show our guest what you can do, Carolyn.”
Guy eyed his stepsister in lust as he stood up and unfastened his jeans. His cock plopped out, rigid and already aching for some attention. “Suck it. You know this is your fantasy, Carolyn. Isn’t it?”
Carolyn stared at Guy in shock, not having much of a choice but to grab his cock and stroke it, while Skylar kneeled at the bed, anxious to sample her already wet lips.
Her eyes told Guy she hated him. That he crossed a line, that she was already in love with his older brother. But her mouth was softer, more sensitive and even a little sweet. She sucked on Guy’s cock and gave him the eye contact he craved. Madness, anger, rage, revenge—no matter what look she tried on it only helped him get harder. It only made her face fuck her deeper.
Skylar always thought a woman’s juices were the ultimate aphrodisiac and couldn’t hold on any longer—he wanted to feel himself inside her. More importantly, he wanted to feel her and him, together, just as Carolyn had always fantasized. Skylar and Guy were both doms and made sure Carolyn sucked them, stroked them and obeyed their every command. “I’m going to lie down. You ride me.”
