by Adrian Amos
I let go of his hand. Who the hell is this guy? This isn't the Ben I know. Where's his arrogant bravado? Where's his constant barrage of insults? His cold distance he's always shown me?
“No,” I say, “you're just drunk.”
“Cindy, all that does it make it easier to admit to you... and to myself.”
“But,” I stammer weakly, “you're my brother.” And with those words, I've never felt like more of a hypocrite.
He looks defeated, looking to the ground like a broken boy, his cocky act no where to be seen. Here I am lusting after daddy when my brother wants me just as much. And yet I turn him away? What if daddy did the same to me? I’d be devastated!
Yet something in me burns for him. After all these years, the boy I grew up with, the one I crushed on but who only ever tormented me, just admitted that he was jealous and crushed on me, too! The realization of our mutual attraction makes my face flush red.
He steps closer, the smell of booze strong on his breath; although, I can't imagine mine smells any better. “You know, a lot of times when I begged pops to bring me over to your house, I didn't give a shit about seeing him,” he smiles, clasping his hand in mine, “I just wanted to see you.”
I shake my head, but it's too late, his lips find mine as he leans into my body. He grips me around my lower back, pulling me in to his broad chest. We may both be drunk, but his lips are soft and caring, gently parting mine as his tongue penetrates my mouth. I feel my legs buckle slightly, enjoying my brother's mouth on mine.
But I want him to stop. This isn't how it's supposed to be! My first kiss was meant for daddy.
I gently push away from him and run to our tent. I can't look at him, my body too flustered from his advances. I don't want it to keep going, but I'm afraid if I look at him, I won't be able to stop it.
I crawl under the flap, and sit cross legged facing away from the entrance. I don't know what to do; I don't know how to feel. Something inside me surged when Ben touched me, making my stomach turn and my heart flutter.
I hear the flap behind me move and zip up. I look down, not wanting to acknowledge what had happened.
For a moment, Ben doesn't move or say anything. I feel my nerves unhinge in the cold silence.
But then his hand curves around from behind me, lifting my chin to look up and back at him. Again, without warning, his lips lock with mine, this time trapping my mouth just as I trapped myself in the tent. I don't want it to ruin everything I've been trying to achieve with daddy, but I can't help myself as my body reacts without my input, my hand reaching up and stroking his prickly beard.
He kneels behind me, dipping his mouth into my shoulder, kissing my neck as I turn face away from him. I swallow, my body twitching as he snakes his hand along my bare midriff. I feel a burning in my loins, built on overriding pleasure coupled with the lessening of my inhibitions from the tequila.
When his hands travel up my shirt and squeeze my tits, I finally realize this is going to happen. “Oh Ben,” I moan. I'm going to have sex for the first time, and it's going to be with my brother!
“Yes, Sis. I've wanted you for so long. Being near you without being able to do anything was the hardest thing I've ever had to endure. And that's counting boot camp.”
He pulls the shirt off he lent me and then lifts my tank top over my head, exposing my tits. He uses his thick fingers to pinch my tiny nipples, twisting the soft flesh with an amount of care I never thought he was capable of. I always imagined he was a rough lover, doing as he pleased and focusing only on himself.
But I was wrong. He's gentle and loving, pulling on my nipples softly until they stretch from my large tits. He pulls my head back, supporting me as I lean into him, so that he can fall into my tits, sucking on them like they're feeding something in him. His tongue circles my nipples, his mouth sucking on the flesh and tasting my skin.
I never knew this would feel so good. I only ever touched myself. That felt amazing, but having my brother's hand and mouth all over me? It works a charge through my body that clenches my muscles and makes me wholly ache for him.
“Are you going to fuck me, brother?” I ask, scared at what he might say.
He kisses me softly on the lips. “This is all I've ever wanted.” He runs his hand down my stomach, crossing over my shorts and patting my pussy. My back arches and I bite my lip. “Is that what you want?” he coos into my ear.
I nod. It feels good to be accepted after fearing for days that I would be rejected. I'm unwilling to keep my brother from taking my virginity.
His hand slips underneath my shorts and his fingers split my lower lips, soaking up the moisture my pussy's been releasing. I moan out and Ben bites my neck like a ravenous dog, shocking me with his passionate embrace. It's almost frightening how much my brother wants me.
I turn around to look at him, his blue eyes focused on me, piercing through my eyes one second and admiring my body the next. I reach down to his jeans, feeling his hardness pressing through. He stands and I unzip him, dragging down his pants and boxers.
His dick is massive and not even fully erect! I look up at him and his eyes are begging me to grab him. I slip my fingers along his shaft, feeling for the first time what a cock feels like in my hand. It's thick and spongy and has enough heft to be a little difficult to lift. But I lift it anyway, my hand barely able to circle his shaft. I stroke his dick, feeling it throb in my grip, hardening with every minor movement. When I look at his eyes again, his pleasure is palpable and burning, and I get this fantastic feeling of control. I've never felt anything like it! To be in control of someone else's pleasure is so fun.
I lock eyes with him as I slide his huge cock into my mouth, tasting him as I feed on his bliss. I get greedy, pushing my lips way past decency, causing me to gag as he nearly hits the back of my throat.
He runs his hand through my hair. “Slow, sis. There's no rush.”
I reel it back, sucking on his head as I stroke the base of his cock.
“There you go, Cindy. Just like that.”
I stroke faster, running my tongue along him as I bob my head, spurred on by his moans and groans.
“Deeper,” he says, and I swallow him up, this time prepared for his thick member. I can barely take him all, forcing him to the back of my throat as I restrain my reflex. My hand slips down, massaging his balls and running under his carriage.
It comes to me just then. If I can get Ben to come in my mouth, then I can save my virginity for daddy. That's the gift I always wanted to give him.
But Ben has other plans. When I try to make him come, stroking and sucking faster and faster, I feel him brace just before he pulls my mouth off of him. “That feels amazing. But not yet, sis. I want your pussy. That's what I've been thinking about all this time.”
He lays me down on the bedroll, grabbing my shorts and panties and pulling them clear from my body. Finally fully naked with a man, I shiver as the rest of my clothes leave my body. I blush when I realize how wet I am and how wet I must look. It feels like I'm soaked and it's all over me. But my brother only smiles, bringing his face only inches from my arousal, smelling it like it's a bouquet of roses. “God, that pussy smells so good.”
Gently, he works his way inward, slowly kissing my thighs—the softest flesh of my legs—savoring every bit of me before he reaches the honey pot. Like torture, he approaches the crease of my thighs, switching between legs.
“I want to make sure every part of you gets love,” he whispers. He kisses the creases tenderly, moving over my newly-shaved mound. It was meant for my daddy, but now I can't say my brother doesn't deserve it just as much.
His lips finally hit my precious spot, spreading my lips with his fingers, placing small pecks all along my pussy. No tongue, just kisses, as he moves up and down, the occasional kiss landing square on my clit, causing me to jolt from the lightest contact. He kisses me down there like he's taking care of me, like my body is a fragile little thing, just how I always imagined daddy might do it.
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br /> He reaches up and grabs my tit, kneading it and flicking my nipple in concert with his lips on my clit, ensuring both sensations sync up perfectly. A finger penetrates me, squirming its way through my pussy, connecting with his mouth as they attack me from inside and out.
I feel a knot in my stomach start to build as the pressure in me mounts. I don't know what I'm feeling, so I eek out, “Brother.”
He doesn't respond, so I call him again, “Brother.”
“What is it, Sis?”
“It feels so good,” I moan. “I might—I might come.” I'm embarrassed by my own admission.
Ben extends toward me, kissing me as I struggle to contain my moans. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, hugging him as I feel my climax coming. “I want to come with you,” he says.
He reaches down and I feel him position his dick against my begging hole. It ruins my plans, but all I want is him inside me. “Please, Ben, stick it in.”
He pushes in, his massive dick spreading my slick entrance easily. “Oh God,” I moan. I clench, barely able to keep myself from screaming. He's so big that it almost hurts when his dick enters me.
He pushes in slowly, giving me time to adjust to every inch he puts in me. My pussy aches from being stretched so much, but I finally begin to adapt to my brother, taking him in easier, feeling more pleasure than pain. “Sis, you're so tight.”
I blush. “I'm still—was a virgin,” I correct myself.
As if those words were the catalyst to his love, he starts thrusting in and out, filling me up with his thickness. Every time he pushes back in, a wave of euphoria washes over me, sending explosive signals through my spine.
“Fuck me, brother,” I beg, “Fuck me hard, Ben.”
His large frame begins to slam into me, his colossal body shifting me with each powerful drive of his hips, forcing me to wrap my arms tight around him to keep myself from being thrown into the wall and toppling the tent.
He fucks me hard and deep, until each new insertion adds a small amount of pressure to my pussy. Each thrust stronger, each pulse making my pussy more and more sensitive, until it all comes crashing down, rushing out of my body like the releasing of a dam. “Oh God, Ben. Fuck!”
“Come for me, Cindy. Come on my dick!”
I shake and spasm, my body letting go of everything my brother's dick has given me, pouring it back out into the world, screaming it from my lungs. How daddy doesn't wake from this, I'll never know.
“Yes, yes, fuck!” he calls out, “I'm gonna to come in you.”
My pussy milks his cock as I orgasm, latching on and pulling him, drawing out his sperm to get me pregnant. His cock throbs, gushing sticky, hot semen directly into me, filling me to the brim with his cum.
We lie there, exhausted, having spent all of our energy into each other. I never imagined my brother would want to fuck me so badly. I never imagined it all would feel so good.
Before I fall asleep in his arms, though, a tiny tinge of regret weighs me down: what about daddy?
* * *
When I wake up, Ben is passed out lying next to me. Thinking about last night, I can still feel his cum in me, nested in my pussy, probably getting absorbed as I slept. Could Ben actually get me pregnant?
The thought excites me that I might have a child with him. This new, gentle side of him I experienced last night; it might just make him good daddy material.
Oh no! Daddy...
I was so caught up in the moment that I forgot I gave my virginity to Ben. It was supposed to be daddy's!
I jump to my feet. Ben's semen rushes out of me as I stand, spilling down my leg. I have to clean up. I can't let daddy see me like this: I wouldn't know what to say. Remembering that he said there was a river nearby, I throw on my bathing suit and sneak out of the tent.
We must have slept a good 12 hours. The sun's high in the sky, which means it must be past noon. I look around outside but daddy's no where to be found. I take one last look around to make sure he's not hiding somewhere, then head out through the forest.
Why do I still feel this way? I'm confused and embarrassed. Which should I feel: excitement or remorse? Did I do the right thing? I know Ben loves me; it's clear as day. But why do I still pine for daddy? Is it just because he's been my focal point for so long, and Ben is a horrible interruption that's thrown me off course? Not horrible, of course, just surprising and disorienting. I'm not prepared for any of this.
I come across the river and get in quickly, ignoring how cold the water is as I fixate on removing any remnants of Ben's touch. I rinse down my body, making sure to clean out my pussy to get rid of the smell of sex.
I look up to the sky, sighing to the clouds, feeling the sun's heat on my face. What do I do?
I hear a rustling from the shore, and as I turn, daddy walks out from the forest. “What' are you doing, babygirl?” he calls out.
“Nothing, daddy,” I swallow, “Just cleaning myself off in the river.”
He sits down on a large stone on the bank, watching me as I wash down. His eyes follow my movements, and I get the funny feeling that he's watching me for more than protection. He's studying my body, I'm sure of it. I look down at myself, my shapely breasts little contained in my two piece bathing suit.
As I look at daddy, I slow my motions, making sure to run my hands over my body thoroughly. I slide my hands over my stomach, guiding the water up and down, across my tits and down my thighs, making sure daddy takes notice of how beautiful my body's become. I know he's aware of how I look, how much of a woman I've become. No man is pure enough to ignore my seductions.
But I stop, thinking about what happened last night. What the heck am I doing? I just had sex with Ben; I can't really be trying to seduce daddy after that, can I? That would be wrong; I'm not a slut.
I hang my head and tread back to the shore. As I walk up to daddy sitting on the stone, still watching my dainty movements, he asks, “What's wrong, princess?”
I sigh, sitting next to him on the warm rock. “I wanted this trip to be special, but I think I screwed it up.”
“What do you mean?” he asks nonchalantly.
How do I even explain it? How could he ever forgive me for what I did? “Nothing,” I finally say, unwilling to confess to my transgressions.
Daddy's hand falls on my knee. I look at it, the sudden warmth of his oversized fingers sends a tingle through my entire leg. “You can tell daddy anything.”
For some reason, his words and his touch actually calm me, and I realize now might be the best time to tell him what I wanted for us.
I tilt myself, kissing him on the cheek. “I love you, daddy. More than anything.”
“I love you, too,” he responds.
“No, daddy, I mean I really love you.” I search my words, “I love you more than anyone else could love you. I wanted this trip to be special between us. Just us.”
“I don't understand,” he says.
I explain the only way I know how: I stand up and move to sit on his lap; I tilt my head up, not for his cheek, but this time his lips. He's frozen for only a second before he reciprocates, moving his lips with mine. I swing my arms around his neck, and he drops one hand on my thigh and the other along my lower back, holding me up as I push into him.
Everything about daddy is like a larger Ben: he's taller, stronger, and his beard is thicker. I would have once said more gentle as well, but from what I learned last night, I don't think that's possible anymore.
“Babygirl...” he says, not able to finish his thought.
“Please, daddy, this is all I ever wanted.”
“Really?” he asks.
“Yes. I love how you take care of me; I'm tired of not being able to take care of you back.”
He smiles, but soon it clouds over as he looks away from me. I'm nervous, but I have no choice but to ask. “Do you not feel the same way?”
I can see his mouth moving in his closed jaw, almost as if he were grinding his teeth. Finally, after the longest time of my li
fe, he speaks, “I would have said no, I don't. That is, before last night.”
I gulp. “Last night?” My voice is shaky with apprehension.
“I wasn't asleep,” he smiles weakly, as if it were a cruel joke. “You guys never gave me enough time to fall asleep anyway.”
I blush. I look down, ashamed, “I'm so sorry, daddy. I didn't mean for that to happen.”
“Before last night, I never thought anything of it; or, at least, I tried not to.” I guess I was wrong about how daddy treated me before. I was a silly girl who read too much into it. “But hearing you and Ben having sex... it made my stomach drop. I didn't realize it until then, what I feel for you. I felt so jealous of him.”
I look into his eyes, sadness corrupting his features. I hug him fiercely, crying, both from the realization of his love for me and for my destroying it like a little idiot girl. “I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it, I swear. Ben surprised me... and it became something more.”
I look up at him again, tears welling in my eyes. “But I came on this trip because I wanted to be with you.”
“Do you love him?” he asks.
“I... don't know.” But I think on it, not wanting to lie to him, not now. “Yes, I think I do. But I love you, too. I love both of you.”
“I love you, too.”
I feel the tears well up again. “I wanted you to be my first. I wanted to give you my virginity, but I lost it. I feel so stupid.” I feel close to choking, upset with myself for not sticking with my plan. I could have easily screwed up everything. “Please, daddy, don't be mad.”
He smiles, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “I can't be mad at you, princess. You're too special to me. All little girls make mistakes.”
He kisses me, and this time I feel a stronger connection with him than before. He grabs me, holding me tight as we lock onto each other. His hands travel over me, caressing my skin, warming me and drying me off at the same time.
I turn and sit on him, knees barely able to straddle his thighs. “I want you, daddy. I want to make it up to you for screwing up our trip together.” I reach behind me, undoing the strap to my bathing suit, letting my top fall off and exposing my tits to him.
