My Brother’s Toy

Part 1

By Solomon

Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

Never, ever let your older brother catch you doing anything wrong especially if it could land you in jail.

It was the start of a long, hot summer and since my brother paid no attention to me unless it was detrimental to me, the summer was entirely mine to waste away. Coming from a poor family I had always been on my own to find spending money, and that was where I got caught up. In the end, what happened did make me some money from time to time, but not the way I would have planned it.

The night that everything changed for me will always stand out in my mind as crystal clear. The moon was full and after planning to get myself some money for several days, this was the night I decided to go for it. The full moon gave me just enough light to try my hand at becoming a thief for profit. It started out as quite a successful venture, until I got home. I wasn’t in the house for a full minute before my brother Joey came in after me. With my haul of stolen cigarettes still sitting on the floor next to the door I quickly flew through a million possible excuses.

Joey bent down and peered into the laundry bag to count the fourteen cartons of cigarettes I had ripped off, and then up to my paralyzed face.

“Good night at Mike’s I see! What else did you get?”

I was stunned that he had known where they had come from, but since there was only one grocery store in town I probably shouldn’t have been. I was still searching for words of defiance, but all I managed to spit out was, “It’s none of your business.”

“You don’t even smoke,” he stated, “so, what you gonna do with them? Sell them?”

“Yeah, probably.” And after a shiver of fear ran up my spine, I added, “You going to tell mom?”

Joey reached into the laundry bag to retrieve a carton for him and began trudging up the stairs with them tucked under his arm. All I heard was something like, “…that’ll be enough for a while.” That told me that my dear brother wasn’t leaving me feeling safe just yet. I grabbed the bag and ran up the stairs after him. That was when I caught a whiff of stale alcohol and realized he had been drinking. At the time the drinking age was eighteen and he had just turned that so he was safe there, but it also meant he would give me an even harder time at getting caught stealing.

I popped open his door and asked, “So, are you going to squeal on me or not?”

He turned to view my intrusion and stammered for me to get the fuck out. I stood my ground wanting to know his final answer and he understood that well. After a moment he began opening the carton he had taken and simply stated, “You’re safe!”

My brother was a real shit head, but there were certain trusts we had between each other over the years of growing up, for the most part on our own, that we had come to depend on. I turned and walked to my own bedroom feeling somewhat satisfied.

After stashing the cigs in my closet, I began changing out of my entirely black attire to something more normal. I was standing over my bureau looking for a top and shorts when suddenly my door popped open. Dressed in just my bra and panties, I immediately grew pissed at his trespassing and screamed for him to get out. Seeing me half dressed wasn’t unheard of, but it was still an intrusion on my privacy that irked me to no end. I saw he was holding out a ten spot and realized he had some reasoning for being there.

“I’ll sell a couple for you.”

I knew instantly that he would sell them for twice as much, so his offer was as much for himself as it was to help me out. At any rate I felt he was trying to put me at ease over getting caught stealing and was very receptive to any good will he wanted to offer. I walked over to my closet, dug out two cartons and handed them over to him as I took the ten dollar bill from him. But then the second shoe fell. I saw it in his face at first, and then noticed his stall as he leaned against my door frame. He was eyeing my somewhat nude form and a chill ran up my spine a second time. In his drunken frame of mind I found my own thoughts running back to when we were much younger and played naughty games together. One never forgets those glares that had lead to dalliances of youthful indiscretions.

“What?” I waited for an answer to explain his still standing there, but I knew my question had come off more as some form of sassy invitation. I quickly added, “Our deal is done. Can you leave now so I can finish getting dressed?”

The smug look that came over him left no doubt in my mind that he too was thinking about years earlier and all the little taunts we had launched at one another as we explored our sibling sexuality in bloom.

“I’m not stopping you; go ahead. I’ve seen it all before.”

I twisted my jaw to the side and knew there was no use trying to get him to leave. I could dress ten times faster than it would take to get him out of my room, so I went back to my dresser and pulled out the first two things I found. I was most interested in covering my bottom, so I bent half way over to slip my legs through the shorts and yanked them up over my ass. I turned away from him to zip up and fasten them, but before finishing the task Joey had come up behind me with his hands running around my midriff and up to cup my boobs in his hands.

My brother had a foot and fifty pounds on me, so grabbing his hands to get them off me was next to impossible. I grabbed for them anyway just to find out he was fixed on what he wanted to do.

“Hold still bitch or I can still tell mom.”

That stopped me instantly. I was much more afraid of getting caught than having to deal with my horny brother. He ordered me to drop my hands and I complied for some dumb reason. I sort of figured that he would just cop a feel and go back to his room to whack himself off. That was how it began at least, with his right hand running up my belly until it had worked up under my bra cup to grope menacingly at my right boob. I had never done much with guys in the past, but I did like the feel of getting felt up. If it was anyone but my brother I would have appreciated it a lot more.

Joey’s other hand worked its way up under the other side of my bra and pushed the cups to the tops of my breasts. I heard him moan a drunken approval at what he felt while he clumsily pawed away at me. He had always picked on me in the past for my small boobs, yet now that they were in his hands that didn’t seem to bother him at all. I felt him turning my body towards the bed and he began walking me to it. When my knees hit the mattress I found myself falling face first onto it with my brother’s hands firmly attached to my chest. His leg kicked my knees apart until both his legs were between mine keeping them spread and making me feel vulnerable. He kept working his fingers over my boobs and pinching at my nipples, and then as I wondered just how much it would take for him to get his fill of, he laid out his intentions for me.

“I guess they finally grew after all, huh sis. They feel nice, real nice. You giving it up to anyone yet?”

I was insulted that he had any reason to think that was any of his business, but after telling him that I realized my actions were saying a lot more than my words. I was lying there for him to cop a feel of me and all the while not doing a thing to stop him. But since it felt good to have anyone’s hands feeling me up, I was apparently taking what I could get. I never would have admitted it to him, but since I had plausible deniability in all this, I was going to go with the flow and allow him to get his rocks off on his little sister. Besides, he was making me just as horny as he had to be.

I felt him begin dry humping my bottom as he ground his hips into my ass. I could feel his cock pushing right into the crack of my ass through his pants, and it felt wild knowing how nasty of a thing was going on between us. And just as I was wondering how far he was going to take all this, he withdrew his hands from my tits and stood up. I scrambled to my feet and struggled to pull my bra back down while studying his face. I looked down and saw he had a boner in his pants and then back up to his face to see he had gotten his fill of me as I had originally thought he was going after. He turned without saying a word and went to leave my room. There I stood, rather horny from the feelings he had stirred in me, and even wanting a bit more. If a weak effort to incite just a little bit more of his animalistic behavior, I warned him, “You better not say a word about this to anyone.”

My warning may have seemed subtle even to me, but when he turned and glared at me in wonder, I knew he understood what I was saying a little more than I had wanted him to pick up on. After he left I shut my door, finished pulling on my top and a pair of sneakers and went out to begin selling my ill gotten wares. As I walked towards my favorite hangout I found myself thinking the most evil of thoughts about my older brother. We may not have been the closest of siblings in the past, but that had never stopped me from delving into some pretty sick fantasies involving him during my self-pleasuring moments.

After hanging out for a half hour without seeing a sign of any of my friends, I couldn’t put my brother out of my mind. Maybe it was the wetness that seemed unending in my panties, maybe the nasty desires he had left me with, but I found myself walking home in somewhat of a fast pace for no other reason than to simply place myself in close proximity to him. I wasn’t sure if I was about to throw myself into his path at home, or just make myself as some sort of reluctant prey for him to salivate over before he found himself so captivated that his alcohol induced weakness might rekindle what he had started earlier.

When I got home I went right to my room and noticed Joey’s light come on just as I passed his room. I knew he hadn’t gone to bed that early, so I surmised I had walked in on him beating off. That just kicked up my own interests that much more. Knowing what he had just been up to I began trying to figure out some way to kick start an action that might earn me another molesting from him. I couldn’t believe how fucking horny his first attempt had left me. All I wanted was enough wildness to have a few brand new fantasies to enjoy for myself when I took a run around my little guy. I finally decided on getting ready for a shower so if I heard him leave his room or he came back to mine that I would be somewhat alluring just to see what might happen. All I had time to do was grab a towel before my door banged open and there he was; his face said it all. Suddenly I was more afraid of the very thing I had just spent nearly an hour thinking about with a lesser desire to tempt Joey into beginning anything. Getting felt up and molested is one thing, but getting raped by my own brother was quite another.

I began stammering over what was going on in his mind, however he went into this weird stoic stare that told me that no matter what I said, he wasn’t about to answer me. Joey came over so close to me that I backed into the bed and fell backwards onto it. In an instant he sat on my legs to keep me down and pushed both his hands up under my top and bra to leave me totally exposed. When I went to push his hands away, he instead grabbed for my wrists and pinned them over my head while he began this fixed stare at my bared girls. I felt my nipples harden in a heart beat and the air wafting over them got me instantly horny to the tenth degree. I waited to see what was next in his plan of attack when I should have been struggling to get free of his grip.

“You want mom to find out about what you’ve been up to?” he asked.

I thought for a moment and then shook my head back and forth. I knew what was coming then and no matter what it was, it had to be better than anything my mom would dish my way. Joey released my wrists and as I began to move them to my top, he demanded I leave them over my head. He never stopped eyeing me as his hands manipulated my boobs and nipples as if to see just what they were made of, and when I looked at his crotch for his “guy barometer” I saw it was fully erect. I remember quivering and thinking that he would see that as fear, but I knew better. I was about to get thoroughly molested at the hands of my brother and decided to just ride it out. At least then we would have something on each other.

Joey began rocking his hips. I guess he probably thought he was turning me on, but he wasn’t even close to my buttons. I began understanding why he had little trouble in getting girlfriends. An unbiased eye would clearly see him as a good adventure in the bed, perhaps even the “bad boy” stereotype that so many of us girls gravitate towards when our pent up sexual needs arise.

With one hard push up my boobs, he fell forward and buried his head next to mine as he smoothed his torso over mine. He again forced my legs open and the next thing I knew he was dry humping against me. Despite being my brother, it felt great each time he pushed his crotch hard against my own. I even caught myself letting out a low moan of appreciation that didn’t escape his notice. Joey then worked his hands down between us and began fumbling with the snap to my shorts. My hands flew down to stop him, but with one warning look of his drunken demeanor he was assured of my compliance, so I laid them out to my sides and gave him carte blanche to continue.

It took him a bit to get me free of the encumbering closures, but when my shorts were opened, he stood up and yanked them down my legs. The air on my wetted crotch drove me into a desolate and disturbed place within my mind as I watched him come back at me for my panties. After instantly snatching them off my bottom and down my legs, he pushed my legs wide apart to get a good look at how his sister had blossomed down there. It had been many years since he had stared into my most hidden body area. He ran his hand up the inside of my left leg and slid two fingers right between my lips. His exclamation over how wet I was, was only displaced by his awe over my closely cropped mound of pubic hair. His fingers began exploring their way through my vulva and over my mons until I finally had to grab for his hand.

“No… this isn’t right. You’re my bother for Pete’s sake.”

“Shut the fuck up. I’ll do whatever I please. Now, spread your fucking legs wider.”

I took my hands off his and did as I was told. Oddly enough his brusque tone made it all that much easier to comply with his wishes. I stayed still as he began fingering me and exercising my clit. His other hand went back to my boobs and played with them, alternating between both of them and tweaking my nipples quite nicely. And then he did something that I never would have suspected of him since none of my boyfriends had ever shown interest in doing it before. He slid down between my legs and licked his tongue straight up through my outer lips lavishly. My hands flew to the back of his head, but for some reason only rested there. He took a rough lick up each side of my vulva and then gently bit at my clit, all the while working two of his fingers right up into me. My hips bucked against his fingers instinctively and I saw a faint smile come from him. He knew he had me right there.

For several minutes I watched as my brother worked magic on me right up until he forced me to an orgasm so hard I could swear I filled his mouth with my juices. He sat back on his knees and while staring a hole into my crotch, he reached his right thumb out as if to give me a goodbye gesture with a quick frigging motion. He stood up and started for the door.

I couldn’t believe how satisfied I felt and for some dumb reason I heard myself asking, “I take it you’re through with me now?”

I was rather shocked when he told me, “Not yet, now it’s your turn. Come into my room in two minutes.” He turned my way and reiterated, “Two minutes!”

I would be declaring my own ignorance if I lied and said I had no idea what he had meant; he clearly was telling me it was my turn to fellate him now. True, it wouldn’t be the first time I had had his cock in my mouth, but that had always been just siblings experimenting. At our age I knew exactly how everything worked now and exactly what he would be expecting of me. I sat up in disbelief that I was even contemplating following through on what he wanted, but he had just given me the best licking a girl could expect so it only seemed somewhat fair.

I wondered why he would want to change rooms for the second act, but I figured that maybe he just wanted to play with it a little before having me come in. I started grabbing for my clothes to get dressed, but he had already seen everything and my nudity would only help the act to go faster. So, instead of getting dressed, I removed my top and bra, waited for a couple of minutes, and walked to his room. I definitely caught his attention when I walked in totally bare ass and I was just as shocked to see him sitting on the bed waiting for me. He still had his clothes on, but when he spread his legs it told me that this was all on me now.

I walked over to my brother, got on my knees between his legs, and stated matter-of-factly, “No one better ever find out about this.”

“Just do it, bitch.”

Those words should have sent me back to my feet, but hearing the nastiness of his tone actually enthralled me into action. I reached for his belt and undid it, then unsnapped his pants. He lifted his ass just enough for me to work them off his hips, and after removing his shoes, I pulled them the rest of the way off his legs. I went back up and tugged on either side of his jockey shorts until he lifted his butt again and they fell away. I felt myself trembling as his cock came into view for the first time in quite a while. The last time I saw that was when he belligerently took a piss in front of me at an outdoor party two years ago and it hadn’t seemed nearly as big then as it was now. I reached out my right hand and took a hold of it. I’ll never forget how hot and hard it felt. I was sort of complimented that even my brother would get so hard for me.

I leaned in a little and took the smooth mushroom head of his cock into my mouth and began savoring it – yes, savoring it. Cock is cock, right? Actually, sucking cock was one of my most favorite fantasies. I never did it much before because my boyfriends always seemed so fixated on it that I was afraid of getting a bad rap for doing it. Last thing I wanted to be known for in a small town was as an easy lay that like sucking cock.

It was wildly intoxicating when my brother wrapped his fingers into the back of my hair to pull me deeper over his shaft. For the most part I let him guide me into doing just what he wanted. And what he seemed to want the most was to gag me, over and over. Little did he know how much that incited me into liking this act even greater. As I worked to give him his blowjob, my thoughts kept going back to my bedroom and how well of a job he had done for me. That made me determined to be just as good for him. I even grabbed one of his hands off my head and lead it down to my tit to encourage him to enjoy my efforts all that much more. It certainly worked as he began thrusting up into my mouth all that more pronounced and harder.

When the thought of how this was going to end came to mind, I pulled away and told him, “Don’t cum in my mouth.”

Joey seemed perturbed that I would make a demand like that and fought to get me started back over his cock. I warned him again just before accepting him back into my mouth and heard a retort that suggested that he was going to do it his way anyway. That pissed me off a little, but damn it seemed to make it better being told what to do. For the next several minutes I fondled his balls, he fondled my chest, and I blew him for all I was worth.

It was clear, so very clear, when he was ready to cum. His legs stiffened, his cock seemed to become steel, and then there was that final tug at my head to plant his cock as deep in me as he could get. Knowing he was about to come, I pushed back hard against his legs and fidgeted my mouth around as much as I could to get away from his cock.

“Stop teasing me ya little fucking cunt and take it.”

I’m not sure if it was his vulgarity, his holding my head so hard, or what he had done for me earlier, but I resigned myself to giving him exactly what he wanted. I was just going to let him spew his sperm into my mouth and wait for him to let go of me to spit it out. When he saw I stopped fighting him, he really kicked it up a notch and stood up with me still fully engulfed with his appendage. I heard him beginning to grunt and moan over his climax and then came the most fateful words I thought I would ever hear.

“Take it bitch! Get every fucking drop, and suck it right down.”

The blatancy of what he was demanding was all too clear and I struggled frantically to get his cock out of my mouth or at least away from the entrance to my throat. But just as hard as I fought to get away, he fought to keep himself planted right where he was at. I was bested for sure, so when I felt that first warm spurt fill my throat, I just gave up. I let my head go limp in his hands and dwelled on what was really happening here; my brother… fucking his little sister’s head… and forcing me to swallow his nasty cum.

“Swallow… you nasty little cunt, just swallow… the whole fucking load.”

Again his crudeness outweighed my own disgust and I held still trying to hold my breath for as long as he needed to hold me to him. When I heard his finally gasp of, “Yeah…”, I was finally able to pull away from his shaft. Unfortunately, just to take a breath, I first had to clear my throat and found myself having to swallowing the cum he had just put in front of my wind pipe.

“You fucking prick! I told you not to do that.”

I stood up and spat several times into his wastebasket to clear my mouth, but I knew there was little left to come out.

“You asshole. After I did that for you, you still just had to do that?”

Joey smirked away without finding a need to explain himself. With a final, “Fuck you!” I went back to my own room. I felt ill knowing that I had just consumed my own brother’s body fluids, grabbed my towel and headed for a shower. It was what really happened there that coveted my own state of mind over the next several days.

Standing under the rushing hot water, I could feel the tingling in my mouth of Joey’s sperm. It became wild in my mind knowing that the tingling was a million tiny baby makers swimming around in search of an egg to fertilize. That made me smile in such a perverse thought over what I had just done for him. Hell, I hadn’t even let my past boyfriends cum in my mouth before, yet here I had just swallowed my brothers. It drove me wild in carnal inspiration and soon I was fingering myself like a whore waiting for the navy to come home.

I didn’t see Joey again until the next day. All he did was smile at me when we passed each other on the stairs. Not a word had been spoken since I had cussed him out in his room the night before. I went into my room and threw my purse onto my bed, and caught a glimpse of a VHS tape sitting in the middle of it. I picked it up and looked at it carefully, and then freaked out with fear. I took the tape and ran downstairs to the TV and pushed the tape into the player. I heard Joey come in after me and turned to see him leaning in the doorway.

“You fucker! If you did what I think you did, I’ll scratch your fucking eyes out.”

Sure enough, when the tape cued up there was Joey’s bedroom with him just sitting on the bed. In about thirty seconds I came walking into the camera view, totally nude, and when I saw the look of ecstasy on my face, I knew just how valuable this tape would be to my brother.

“Where is it, you asshole?”

Joey smirked that dam smirk of his and replied, “What?”

“You know damn well what I mean; where’s the other copy… or copies?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know? You know, I don’t see why you’re so mad. You come off as pretty much an expert on camera. You ever make porn before?”

I ran to him with my fists balled up and began swinging at him. He grabbed me up in his arms to stop my flailing, spun me around and began groping my chest. I kicked and struggled to scratch at him until he finally said, “Aw, come on, take a look at it. You come off as the real star.”

I looked up at the TV and stopped flailing. On the tape I was just getting pulled down over his cock that first time and something weird happened. As pissed as I was, watching what I was doing to my brother began an odd stirring within me. I looked on in horror, some amount of trepidation, but an undeniable surge of heat was washing over me even as I knew I was about to be blackmailed into doing whatever bidding my brother had for me. Joey continued grabbing at my tits as he pleased and I could feel my chest heaving under his grip. I knew the one thing I had to do very quickly was to come to terms with what was facing me and make nice to my brother. We both watched the beginnings of the tape until finally I mustered up the courage to ask, “So, what do you want?

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