My
Brother’s Cuckold
By Heather ©
Chapter 2
Disclaimer:
If
you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a
state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is
illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as
well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.
Mike had done his best to avoid me
over the last week, but I wasn’t entirely sure just why. He knew I was okay
with what had happened. Sure, I wish it had never happened, but it did. So in
my opinion, let’s just move past it and get on with life. Well, maybe that’s
not exactly true. Maybe getting tricked as we had had opened a door to a new
adventure. After all, we were both eighteen now, so the worst part would be if
anyone ever found out about what we did that night. I’m not so sure I hated it
as much as I should. As a matter of fact, I had masturbated to that night’s
events every day since. And now I was standing here nude in the bathroom
waiting for my brother to “accidentally” walk in on me. This was a plan a week
in the making.
Our mom was gone for the rest of the
day and I knew my brother’s routine by now. He would wake up at ten sharp, what
a waste of time, and get up to head for the bathroom. I had figured that the
best way to broach our situation would be to get right in his face so that he
couldn’t easily escape. Being nude could only help me get the outcome I was
hoping for, perhaps lusting over. I wasn’t expecting him to throw me down on
the floor and have his way with me, but how was he going to back out of the
bathroom when confronted with a nude girl? No guy could muster that kind of
respect easily.
Sure enough, I heard his alarm going
off. I grabbed a towel and turned my back to the door as I waited for him. I
had left the door slightly open so he wouldn’t think it was occupied, so in he
came. I flipped around and dropped the towel, and just as I thought, he was
stopped in his tracks. I bent over to pick up the towel, but never did any
covering up with it.
“Mom’s gone for the day, so I was
thinking that we need to talk about last week.”
He stared at my body up and down, but didn’t
exit as I thought he would eventually try to do. Instead he leered at me like a
piece of meat. I saw we were somewhat on the same page.
Finally, Mike asked, “What about it?
I thought it was forgotten.”
“You know what I mean. The girls are
going to keep their mouths shut, but that leaves us to work out our situation.
You’ve been hiding from me all week and there’s no reason for it. We’ve always
been close and now those bitches have driven this huge wedge between us. I want
to get back to the closeness we once had.”
I couldn’t help but notice that my
dear brother had an enormous hard-on, and that got me hot in an instant.
I pointed towards his crotch and
said, “And obviously you want to get close again.”
He looked at where I was pointing
and looked back at me rather puzzled. “I need to piss like a race dog. What are
you, dumb?”
I sheepishly turned away and
admitted that I had assumed wrongly. I had forgotten about that little fact
about guys. I told him to go ahead and do his business as I left the room, but
not for long. I knew once he got started that he wouldn’t be able to stop, so
when I heard him peeing, I walked back in to confront him.
“Alright, now you have to listen.
Okay, we got duped, but that was just the first time that night. You have to
admit that the second time was quite voluntary and on both our parts. That
night is going to stay a secret, and I don’t want to… I don’t want to lose what
we discovered about each other. You said I was good at it, so are you going to
deny it now?”
I watched my brother pee outdoors a
few times over the years and as most girls, was curious about what it looked
like up close, so I moved off to one side as I watched him finishing up. He was
annoyed at my attention, but I could tell he was ready to talk. I guess my
nudity was just as captivating as I had hoped it would be. He dropped the lid
to the toilet and sat down taking in as much of me as he could.
Finally he asked me, “So, what do
you want to talk about?”
“Was it all that bad for you?
Because I have to tell you, it may have started out as a mistake, but I
honestly can’t say I didn’t enjoy parts of it. How about you? If you had your
choice, would you do it again?”
Mike stared straight into my eyes
and I could feel them growing sultry. It’s hard to look at a guy in just his
briefs without getting a little turned on; especially when you’re butt naked.
It seemed like hours as I stood there waiting to hear him voice any opinion,
but when he finally did I jumped at the opportunity I saw.
“Yeah, I liked it, but come on –
you’re my frigging sister. What do you want me to do about it?”
That was my opening, and I grew as
lewd as I’ll ever get. I sauntered up to him and with my crotch just inches
from his face I asked the one thing I had fantasized about a hundred times in
the last week. “I’m hungry… and I want you, you know.”
He asked me to make myself clear
just to make me say the words.
“Damn it! You know what I want. Look
at you. This time it’s not morning wood, is it? I want you to feed me again, okay?
You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t want it, can you?”
His smirk made me feel about two
inches tall, but when he finally grabbed at his crotch, I knew I had the go
ahead. I was about to drop to my knees right there when he reached out and ran
his fingers lightly over my mons. I pushed my bottom out so as to invite
further exploration. If he only knew just how far I would let him go he would
just die. I quivered as his fingers ran smoothly through my labia and one
finger dipped into me. I dropped my towel and groped at my own breasts as he
continued toying with me. I could see by the bobbing in his shorts that he was
working himself into a more heightened state of euphoria, so I allowed him the
time he needed. It worked just as well for me, because even though I had been
planning on throwing myself at him all morning, I still liked the
encouragement.
When he withdrew his fingers from
me, I bent over to feel the hardness that touching me had caused. He was
definitely ready for my services. But now I toyed with him for a minute first.
As I went to my knees, I pushed his
legs apart and stared him in the eyes. He lifted his butt while I tugged his
briefs down and I saw his cock spring up to touch his belly. I may be his
sister, but I’m a girl first and nature had definitely come into play. I
wrapped my right hand around his shaft and his hardness halted my breath ever
so briefly. I often wondered if I had the body that it took to make a guy
seriously horny for me; and now I knew.
I guess I was taking a little too
long for him as he demanded, “Well, I thought you were hungry?”
All I could do was smile as I took
his swelled head into my mouth. I felt all around the perfect male mushroom
with my tongue and took in a minute detail of his taste and feel. He had no idea just how hungry I truly was
for his reward. I began my efforts as he began asking me questions I was all
too happy to hear, but less ready to answer.
“I’ve been thinking about it, and if
you want… I wouldn’t really mind you doing this for me… from time to time.
Would you like that?”
I shrugged my shoulders to prevent
my mouth from sounding foolish.
“It would be nice knowing that I
didn’t need to go looking for an outlet every time I get horned up. Are you
serious about this feeding thing?”
Again I shrugged my shoulders.
“Well, if you don’t want to make
this a regular thing, I can always find someone to make do, but I have to
admit, you’re really good at it.”
Finally my mouth just had to come
into play and speak the truth. I puzzled over how to keep from sounding like
the biggest whore in the world and finally came up with, “I thought I was
already your bitch.”
Mike smiled broadly, placed his
hands on the back of my head, and pulled me down onto him as he humped up into
my mouth until he heard me gag for the first time this morning. What a
wonderful answer! I was happy as a kid on Christmas morning seeing that he
wanted the same thing as I did.
I pondered over his asking about
making this a regular thing and automatically gagged myself as if to revel in
his desire since it was mine as well. I wondered if some day I could be honest
enough to tell him that over the past week that I had continuously fantasized
about just that – becoming his real life bitch. Each time I had frigged myself,
at some point I would dream about him having total control over me so that I
would have to service him whenever he wanted. At other points I would become
mesmerized by the thought of him feeding me on a regular basis. I can’t explain
it, but after that first time I swallowed for him I seemed addicted to needing
it more and more. I still found it very hard to do, mentally, but I think it
was really more a craving for the action then actually getting his sperm. It
was just such a nasty thing to do, and dirty. Perhaps that was my fascination
for my brother. I trusted him and knew he would keep my secret.
I was suddenly snapped back to
reality when Mike began standing up with me still firmly in place on his cock.
He reached down and groped at my left boob and tweaked my nipple. I ran my
hands down around to feel his tight ass cheeks and then found myself being
hoisted into the air by his hands under my armpits. I looked up into his eyes
and saw the very look I had so often fantasized over. It was telling me that
his mood had grown very aggressive and I waited to see just how much so.
“You want me to fuck your face?
Okay, but there’s a price for it.”
Sheepishly I asked, “What do you
mean?”
He backed me into the wall behind me
and stared down into my eyes until I began trembling over the excitement
flowing through me. I was scared of him… so wonderful scared.
“You said it a moment ago. You want
to be my bitch, and that’s exactly what you’re going to be.”
Mike backed away from me and nearly
screamed, “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”
I started to ask him why, but he
demanded me to do it again. Slowly I turned around and placed my hands up on
the wall. I had no idea what he was up to, until he told me to push my ass out.
“No, please, that’s not right. You
can’t…”
“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re
told.”
I pushed my butt out and knew I was
giving his cock a perfect target. I felt his fingers running through my lips
and then he parted my cheeks. I could feel his cock bumping into my crotch and
knew he wanted to fuck me for sure now. I felt him aiming his cock and then
ever so slowly, he began working it into me. I had also fantasized over have
sex with him, but not so soon. We both needed to adjust to this incestuous
affair before taking on such liability. As his cock slowly filled me up, I was
getting plastered against the wall. And when I felt he had gone as far as he
could, he gave one quick, hard jerk as if to plant himself deep into me
forever. I could feel his shaft swelling and throbbing as he held me still in
that position for several moments while he began talking to me.
“Damn, you feel so fucking good. You
like that, huh? You getting the message now? I’ve been thinking about you all
week, but never thought it would come to this. You want to be my toy, don’t
you?” With another surge to plunge harder into me, he repeated his taunt.
“Don’t you?”
I closed my eyes and squeezed my
muscles hard around his cock, and slowly nodded my head.
His hands grabbed my tits hard and I
was suddenly spun around toward the toilet again. I felt as though I was an
extension of my brother, connected to his crotch and being nearly lifted on the
floor by our union.
He kept bumping me onto my tip toes
and began abusing what little will power I had left with question after
question, taunt after taunt. He wanted my vow to be his, but more than that, he
wanted me to acknowledge that I wanted it just as much. I finally broke down
and began repeating every assertion he made to assure him that I wanted the
same things he wanted.
“If I want a blowjob, you’re going
to give it to me, right?”
“Yes… whenever you want it.”
“If I tell you to strip, what are
you going to do?”
“Strip… I’ll take my clothes off.”
“And if I want to fuck you, what are
you going to do about it?”
“Nothing… I’ll let you… but please…
can’t you…”
“Shut up! You like that cock? You
want to milk it?”
I still was unsure about fucking him
so quickly, but I did like the feel of him in me. And even more importantly,
now that it had begun, I really did want him to finish capturing me as he was
obviously doing at the moment. I wanted to be my brother’s regular sex toy, and
if that meant fucking him, so be it.
I nodded my head and told him,
“Okay, I’m yours. I’ll do what you want… whenever you want.”
Instantly, he pulled out of me
leaving me with a huge sense of emptiness. Mike spun me around again so my back
was to the wall, pushed on my shoulders to motion me to my knees, and slapped
his cock against the side of my face several times as if to make a point that I
had to take his demeaning behavior. He pushed his hand against my forehead
which forced it back and my mouth open. In a flash his cock was back in my
mouth and he began a fucking motion that knocked my head against the wall
repeatedly. Then he stopped and in a very calm voice said, “Feeding time, cunt.
Show me how hungry you are.”
I was in heaven! Any other time I
would have scratched his eyes out for calling me that, but as his new property,
I welcomed the vulgarity of his demand. I went right to work giving him the
very best head I could muster. I groped at his scrotum and fondled his balls. I
had always heard that doing that made a larger amount of ejaculate, and he had
turned me into one ravenously hungry animal for my first serious feeding. But I
didn’t want it to be a forgettable event and craved the aggressiveness he
showed earlier. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and yanked him into my face
until my head hit the wall. As always, my dear brother always got my hints and
grabbed my hair in balled up fists as he began fucking my face as if it were my
pussy. That started the hideous sounds emanating from me again, and that drove
him into his own animalistic behavior. He needed to cum as much as I wanted him
to and I couldn’t wait for meal I so craved.
At one point he hit a nerve that I
didn’t even know I liked until he started with the dirty talk. Some of it was
insulting me, some of it demeaning, but all of it enraged my efforts to force
this manly lover to feed me his cum in the worst way. He asked me if his words
bothered me and I shook my head so quickly that he knew I wanted to hear more.
I would wonder long and hard how verbal abuse turned me on so greatly while
performing such a defiling service for his benefit. Well, my benefit, too.
When he was ready to cum, he nearly
pierced the back of my throat and forced my head into the air as he planted his
cock square to the opening to my throat. And once again it happened. The second
I felt his cum filling my cavity, I felt my eyes roll back, my throat relax to
accept it, and my jaw went slack to accept my lover’s girth. This was the
moment I had worked so hard for. All the setting up, all the ploys and hints,
and all the giving up of my dignity was to get just this prize – what I was
becoming quite comfortable in acknowledging as feeding on my brother. And as if
this wasn’t enough of a reward for all I had just promised to give up to keep
my brother close to me, he offered me one last titillating thought as I
struggled to work his cum down my throat.
“Damn, girl, I’d love to watch you
sucking some other guy like this.”
I could feel my whole body trembling
at the mere thought of what those words might mean down the road. Did he mean
that? Would he really like to watch me doing some other guy? There was no
question that I would do it for him, under the right circumstances, and as long
as I felt that it would really excite him to see it. And all that would really
take would be for him to tell me to do so. Did my brother really steal away my
free will that quickly? Damn, suddenly I felt like his property in the true
sense. Could my extreme sexual
sensations be admitting that fact to me right now?
As my brother pulled away from me
and I gulped hard to clear my throat, I meekly looked up at him and thanked him
for what he had given to me. Then with my lips quivering I asked softly as if
to give him my sedate permission to do so, “Would you really like that? Would
you do that to me?”
His broad smirk was the only answer I
received, and I began struggling to get to my feet. Mike wrapped one arm around
my waist to pull me close to him and began fondling my crotch again. I leaned
against his chest as his fingers began probing their way into me. He only felt
me up like that for a few moments, but it was enough to boggle my mind when he
withdrew his fingers and simply walked out of the bathroom.
I was stymied by his abrupt
departure and after standing there for a minute I followed him to his room. I
burst in to find him at his computer and when he turned to look at me I yelled,
“What the fuck!”
Mike briefly looked my way and went
back to typing at his keyboard. I was growing rather annoyed at his flighty
behavior, so I walked over to him to bring this all to a head. I couldn’t help
notice how the fan on his chest of drawers was turning my bared nipples into
hard points that were aching to be touched.
“What the hell was that? You used me
like a cheap whore and just walk away without a word.”
All he did was grin and interact
with his computer. I began pacing back and forth until finally he replied with,
“I sort of thought you wanted it that way. Come on sis, I know you better than
you know yourself. I read your body language in the bathroom. And I guess…”
His voice drifted off until I
demanded, “You guess what?”
“I guess if I want to really make
you happy, I’ll just tell you to shut the fuck up and take what you asked for.
I don’t have to explain myself to you… but I will give you a hint as to what
you’re in for in the near future.”
I was stunned by his overly confident
attitude, but I knew there were parts of his assertions that I could not deny.
I snapped back, “What fucking hint? What the hell you mean that ‘I’m in for’
and stop that fucking grinning.”
His smirk grew even wider as he said
to me, “Read some of this. I’ll give you one chance to answer me or you can get
the fuck out of my room. Got it, one fucking chance to get what I know you
really want, or this ends right now.” He turned his monitor towards me and I
saw he had brought up some web page full of writings. “And these are your two
choices. Leave… or crawl under my desk and blow me again.”
I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea
here. Yeah, I… liked what…”
“Just read the page bitch and give
me your answer. You either agree or leave… and make it fast.”
His snarky attitude was really
beginning to annoy me and his use of the word bitch was not the right placement
to placate me, but my curiosity had me by the nose. I leaned onto his desk and
began reading the page. I was immediately stumped by the first word and title
of the page. In big letters it read – Cuckolding. “Cuckolding! What the fuck is
that?”
I began reading some of the first
paragraph and quickly caught on that this was some kind of education site, a
guide if you will, for some kind of kinky sex thing. It explained how to
‘capture, manipulate, train, and care for a cuckold’, but it wasn’t until I
read the next paragraph that my jaw dropped open. It essentially stated what a
good cuckold’s training included and how that person should react properly to
show their acceptance over their training. I took a quick look at my brother’s
face and saw his smug look. For some reason he had thought this shit would be
enlightening for me. He had certainly garnered my attention and I went back to
reading.
As I read through several more
paragraphs I was coming to the understanding first that Mike wanted me as his
cuckold, then I slowly realized that he had already attempted the part about
capturing me in the bathroom, and then my last thought was about the most scariest
word that kept coming up - the word that both titillated me and scared me at
the same time. I whispered the word out loud in disbelief, and Mike’s reaction
to my mesmerized state was to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me onto his
lap. Perhaps my reactions were too telling, but I didn’t realize them as that
until I was into the next page. First I had allowed him to seat me on his lap,
and secondly I turned the monitor along with my new position to keep reading.
I was half way through the second page
of this twisted web site before I realized that my heightened surge of sexual
energy wasn’t just from what I was reading, but because my brother’s hand was
lightly manipulating my clitoris and labia. I placed my hand over his, however,
it was only to rest there. Several times I snapped around to look at his face
and saw a confidence that scared me. Not because of what he might do to me;
more because of what I was learning about what he wanted to do to me. And there
was no mistaking the fact that I was here reading this site for the explicit
reason that he wanted to educate me over what he wanted me to willingly accept
and allow him to do to me.
I came to the end of the first
section and pretended to still read as I thought about what I had read, and what
all this would mean to my daily life if I agreed to what he wanted. My mind ran
back to the two choices he had given me to answer him and I now understood the
reasoning behind the only two extremes he had offered me as choices. I could
either leave and end our new found sexual delight, or accept his tacit offer
and become totally subservient to his whims. Between his hand, what I had read,
and my own natural state of sexual elements, my choice seemed obvious, but
dubious.
The was no way I wanted this nasty
little thing between us to end just like that, and I had to admit to my self
that many of the things I had read turned me on greatly, but surely there had
to be some middle ground. I hit the back button on the keyboard to reread some
of the first page to better understand what I might be getting myself into, and
remembered the brevity of which he wanted my answer. I was afraid that trying
to talk to him about this whole cuckold thing might get me banished from his
room. That was the behavior I knew I could expect from Mike from past choices
he had given me over much smaller events. My eyes fixed on one line within the
third paragraph that I read over and over. It stated quite clearly that a
cuckold’s answers to their masters had to be brief and very clear. I closed my
eyes and felt the heat wafting from between my legs. I remembered how my
brother’s cock had felt when it was deep inside of me and even felt it now as
it bobbed into my right ass cheek. And even though he hadn’t really fucked me,
it had felt so good as it held me to him as it pulsed its desire to do more to
me. Lastly, I dwelled on what he had said about wanting to see me blowing some
other guy. He had certainly been to this site before and had set me up far more
than I had thought I was setting up a future sex life between us.
Slowly I opened my eyes and turned
to stare into Mike’s. I could see he was dead serious about all this. His grin
was coming back to his face as he read mine and that told me my answer. I
slowly stood up while his hand fell from my crotch and I turned to walk to his
door. I took another look at his face, and shut and locked the door. I went
back to face the biggest smirk of my life and got down on the floor at his
feet. I had to move his left leg over so that I could do as I had been told,
and worked my way under and into the tight confines of his desk area. I was so
thankful that I couldn’t see his face as I reached up and tugged at the
waistband of his briefs. He wasn’t making it easy for me and I had to drag them
from under his ass.
I had to physically push his legs
apart to get close enough to suck his cock into my mouth. It was hard and
throbbing, hot and the veins were pulsing. Mike knew he had won my approval to
abuse me in the very way he desired – a way I had obviously decided to allow
for my own benefit.
As I slowly took the length of his
cock into my mouth over and over, I wondered if my brother was the winner in
all this or if I was just getting what I had wanted all along since that daring
night last week? I became engrossed in tasting my brother’s entire cock for
every nuance. Then, he pushed his chair back from my face and I tried my best
to follow him until I was completely out from under his desk. His hands pulled
on the sides of my head motioning me to get to my feet.
As I stood upright wondering why he
seemingly ended his blowjob, his face turned lustful and he simply stated, “You
just accepted my offer, so now, seal the deal.”
I tried understanding what he meant,
so as his hands dropped to his sides and his cock stood straight into the air,
I got his drift. I moved forward over his knees and sat on his lap. Everything
was carnal between us and when I was sure I had read his words correctly, I
lifted up and placed the head of his cock between my lips and began sitting
down over his shaft. I was right and he wanted what I had heard him refer to
several times as the ultimate lap dance. I began bumping my bottom onto his
cock and when he smiled over my show of willing cooperation, I fell forward
into his chest and buried my face into his neck and out of sight of his
glistening eyes. I realized as I fucked him that he had won, one hundred
percent. I still wasn’t entirely sure of what a cuckold was, but I was giving
him the full go ahead to teach me – or as the site had referred to it, train me
to be his cuckold. I knew I could trust him to treat me well, or at least as
well as my new station in life as far as he was concerned, and I knew he would
never hurt me or expose me for what was to come to anyone we knew.
The more I fucked him, the more I
got into it as I ran through all the things I had read online. I had so many
questions, but I didn’t want to break the silence that gave me some small
measure of deniability. I hugged him tightly as I fantasized about just how
wild things might get for me, us, in the future. I thought about his friend Tim
and how I had always wanted to get with him and if this path might lead me to
that end. I thought about Mike watching me fuck another guy just for me to
please him and realized my body was now slamming into his. I became aware that
I was grunting and groaning louder than most guys as I fucked my brother for
the first time. I had often thought about him fucking me in my wildest
fantasies, but never had I guessed that I would be fucking him like this
instead. That was when I realized that this was a reward that was worth
anything that he might expect of me. Never in my short history of sex had I
ever fucked like this, but damn, it was the best fuck of my life. It was like
he was allowing me to pleasure myself as intensely as I wanted, all while I was
actually taking the first major step in agreeing to be his cuckold.
Just then I realized my brother was
shooting his first spurts into me as the warming sensation caused me to lean back,
fuck down on him hard, and screamed my way through the best fucking orgasm I
have ever had in my life. I gripped his shoulders and stared into his eyes as
my body continued to shudder its way to completion. And when it was over, he
was every bit as spent as I was.
As I sat on him feeling his shaft
slowly shrink within me, he finally caught his breath and my new life began as
he said softly, “And so your training begins. You can start by fixing me some
bacon and eggs. And don’t bother getting dressed. I like seeing you butt naked.
You can sit at my feet while I eat.”
Mike reached behind my head and
brought my face to meet his as we kissed long and passionately. I bit my lip as
he pulled away, pulled off his now limp cock, and walked out of his room.
I immediately began doing as I was
told even as I wondered if part of being his sexual cuckold meant that I was
also his slave. I knew I needed more explanation from him later on, but for now
I was just happy to know I was pleasing him. I began getting the eggs and bacon
out of the fridge before I realized his semen was running down my legs and
grabbed a paper towel to wipe myself up. Never had I felt so satisfied after
sex, but I seemed driven to please him for what he wanted from me just to keep
it coming. When his food was ready, I placed it on the table and went to tell
him. He was still nude and offered me his hand and I saw he wanted me to lead
him to the table. I saw that I forgot a drink and quickly poured him a glass of
OJ, sat it on the table, and as I had planned, took my place on the floor right
next to his legs. I rubbed my hand along his leg as he began eating and we
exchanged glances several times before he finished. He pushed away from the
table, turned his legs towards me and separated them, and pulled my head
towards his crotch. He was very flaccid, but I took his cock into my mouth and
could smell and taste myself still on him. I couldn’t imagine a more erotic
scene.
After a short moment, he told me I
was done for the time being and helped me to my feet. I didn’t know what he
expected of me, so I finally asked the one thing I needed to hear answered
most.
“You’re going to be nice about this,
aren’t you?”
With his usual cocky affect, he
answered, “I’m going to treat you like a fucking princess. Haven’t I so far?
Why don’t you get dressed before someone comes by.”
I went off to get some clothes and
then to take a shower. My head was spinning and I knew I was going to check out
this cuckold thing on my own computer as soon as I was done. However, hearing
my brother assert that he would treat me as a princess made me very happy to
have gotten under his desk earlier for his answer. And he was right; he had
treated me just as I would have wanted – a sexual princess.
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