Breanne:
My little brother’s loud mouth interrupts my homework session yet again. Dang! I was so focused on that trigonometry packet. But what Dalton says this time really strikes me:
“Can you come over and cuddle?”
“Sure, why not?” I drop my pencil and head straight to his room. “Cuddle me all you want.” Climbing onto his bed, I can’t help but smile at how lovely it feels to just relax for a moment.
“You don’t hate me, do you?” he asks. There’s an uncomfy quiver in his voice. He stares into me with those glistening puppy-dog eyes. Aww. Poor boy.
He’s so close to me, and his caramel hair looks so soft. I stroke it. “Obviously not. I mean, I’ve said it before, but I just get mad sometimes.”
“Okay, good. Wanna kiss?”
Whoa.
The weird thing is, I’ve been wishing he’d ask that. He’s so cute, and not just in the little brother way. I pushed those nasty thoughts to a tiny far-off corner in my mind, because come on, we’re related. Besides, he’s two years younger than me! That would just be totally messed-up. But I’m completely confident when I say “Okay.”
We lock lips. I give a soft moan at the delight of his warm tongue and slip mine into his mouth. Now the kiss has evolved into a full-on make out as we rumple each other’s hair and explore mouths.
Then Dalton pulls away, eyes and mouth wide open. It’s like he can’t believe that something like this actually happens in real life.
“I know it’s wrong,” I say. A tear wells up in my eye and streams down my cheek. “But I...I just love you so much. You’re basically perfect.” My hand brushes his hair from his angelic face. “The kind of boy I’d want to fall in love with.”
Dalton sighs, eyes fixed on the floor. “I’ve always kind of felt the same way. It’s weird.”
Suddenly my heart freezes. Trembles take over and a huge smile frames my face. “You have?”
“Yeah. But I was embarrassed. People would think we were sick. You know, being siblings and all.”
I wrap my arms around his shoulder. “Listen, bae.” Now my face is so close that my lips brush his ear with every word. “Don’t feel embarrassed with me. I’m never going to tell anyone.”
“Does that mean you want to take this further?”
“Yes,” I blurt immediately. And we lie there, atop Dalton’s Batman comforter, staring in painful silence. Fuck, I can’t say it.
“Does that mean…” His gaze bounces around the room. Oh God, he’s feeling it too. “Intercourse?”
“Yes. That.”
His face flips to a smile. “Let’s do it.”
“Sounds perfect,” I say, as Dalton strips off his shirt. My hand grazes his flat tummy. “Ooh. Got abs growing.”
“Um, thanks,” he says, chuckling. “You can take off the rest.”
I peel off his boxers and basketball shorts, throbbing harder with every inch revealed. I’m finally exposed to the gorgeous full package. For an instant, I realize how blessed I am to have these incredible muscles living across the hall from me. “God, Dalton. Your body’s so fine.”
“Bet yours is, too.” He grins and tugs at my shirt. “Come on, big sis. I wanna see.”
“Sure, bae.” I pull off each item hiding my nude figure, sighing at the soothing air on my flesh. Knowing that my dream lover is staring at my nakedness could make me peak this second.
“Damn!” Dalton grips his hard-on and gives it a firm pump. He’s a bit on the smaller side, with a bush of chocolate curls. For the first time, a male’s genitals don’t make me retch.
“Let’s kiss,” I say.
When his skin grazes mine, a certain tingle rushes through me in waves. Our tongues join, but this time, there’s a sense of comfort to it, like lounging in bed or taking a warm bath. Once we’ve locked lips for a serene eternity, Dalton pulls away.
“Oh, Dalton,” I breathe.
“Breanne.”
My breasts are squishing against his blossoming pecs. To feel this incredible boy’s cock pulsate and swell against my leg...shit. It’s heaven. I don’t feel the slightest bit wicked for saying it anymore.
I flop back on my brother’s bed, spreading my legs for the third time in my life. “I’m so wet.” God, he must be so glad that he’s making me this way, judging by how he just dives down.
His hot little tongue laps at my throbbing slit, sliding down my folds, kissing my pussy.
“Ohh, honey,” I cry out. “Taste me. More. Eat this big sis pussy!” He’s making me so dirty right now. I giggle.
I’m churning out so much juice for my Dalton. He cleans me up. His licks intensify, bringing me to pure bliss.
“Ah, that tasted so good,” he says. I blush at the warmth of his cuddly hug. “Got a condom?”
“Sorry, bro. I don’t.”
“Well, how are we going to do it?”
Again, awkward silence.
But then he pipes up. “We can just do other stuff. Like, instead of actual sex.”
Sounds nice, honestly. Anything to keep us going would be splendid. “Like what?”
“Like this.”
***
Dalton:
Deep breath in. Deep breath out.
This is a big-ass milestone in my life, okay? Finally, I’ll be doing what I want with hot titties. Mmm, they’re so heavy and cushy.
I’m ready now.
“Ooh!”
Breanne loves my tongue. I suck that big nipple even harder now, licking around it too.These things are so nice to touch. She moans as I stroke them.
My boner surges, pulsating harder than ever. Porn has never turned me on as much as this.
I shouldn’t be doing this. We’ll have to say goodbye to our phones, money, and possibly parental guardianship if we get caught fucking under this roof. This is my sister, for fuck’s sake.
But I’m not going to stop. She’s too damn hot.
“Mmmhh.” She’s petting my hair and holding me close, like I’m her nursing baby. “This feels so good.”
While one hand keeps playing with her beautiful tit, the other trails to her ass. It’s so fucked up to admit, but I’ve been picturing these massive planets of muscle every time she wears tight pants. They’re all natural, a blessing that I’m hella thankful for.
“Oh, Dalton,” she says through panting groans. “I love you so much.”
My sucking stops for a moment. Her words really hit me hard.
I’ve had girlfriends say the same thing plenty of times. But our loves all got cut short by cheating or moving away.
With Breanne, it’s different.
Here she is--the girl next to me in the family photos, who rode bikes with me when we were little, who sleeps across the hall from me--telling me she’s loved me for so long.
This is just amazing.
“I love you too.” I nuzzle and kiss her cheek as we hug. “And I’ll always be with you.”
“It’s really awesome to hear that. I really mean it.” The way she laughs into her hand and flushes pink is so adorable. “Do you want to keep going?”
I give her that same “pretty please?” look I’ve done since my toddler days. “Of course. I really like pleasing you, but now I want you to do it to me.”
“Sure.” And then she grabs my hardness and takes all of me down. Her spit slides and tongue swirls, and she looks up. Seeing her unbelievably attractive face...it’s like I’m in a porn video--and honestly, she definitely belongs in one.
“Mmm, keep going, Breanne.”
Now her mouth is really making me wild. I thrust into her, pounding that throat. Those thick lips are hot and wet. I can’t possibly describe this intense joy. Fuck, she’s showing her love in the best way ever. Saying yes to this was a brilliant decision. Our relationship is going to have tons of these hot moments.
Just thinking about that...I’m going to burst.
She goes faster at my pleasure sounds. How sweet. I keep sliding in, out, in, out, in-out-in-out--
I finish in her. The results fill her mouth and stream down her chin. Like a good big sister, she’s nice enough to put up with me and swallow.
Once Breanne’s mouth is clean, she kisses me. When we pull away, she holds my face and gazes into my eyes. God, she’s beautiful. “I loved that.”
My arms pull her in for a hug. “Me too.”
I’ve gone limp without getting the chance to have regular sex. But I don’t mind. That was the most breathtaking moment of my life.
Our relationship’s clearly not normal, and neither was that love we just made. But just because we don’t fit society’s image of True Love doesn’t mean we don’t feel it. Our love for each other may seem fucked up, but it’s just as deep.
Nope, scratch that:
It’s much deeper.
