My Brother’s Toy

Part 4

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.

It’s been a week now and still my brother doesn’t seem to give me more than a quick look. I’m not really sure why, but I do have my suspicions. I have seen him with an obvious hardon in his pants twice now in the living room as he, my mom, and I were watching TV. If she had any idea of what we had been doing we’d both be dead now.

For the last two days it’s been total hell for me because in so many ways I wish he had never offered to destroy that tape for me. I remembered his last words left the impression that I was hooked on him rather than the other way around, and when I see how nonchalant he’s been acting, maybe he’s right. Either way, at least to myself I could finally be honest enough to admit that I would really love to have him take control of me again; even if just to feel me up for a couple of minutes. At least I would know his desire was still there. I was becoming pretty sure of something that I wish wasn’t true, but as more time passes since our last get together, the more I’m sure I’m right.

And here we are sitting in front of the TV again just after finishing supper with mom sitting in between us. Suddenly it hit me; what he had said about going braless to send him a signal. But that would be like coming right out and asking him to hit on me again and I couldn’t do that. Maybe that was why he suggested the braless thing so as I wouldn’t have to be entirely blatant about it. The more I thought about it, the more I was sure that that was indeed what he had been waiting for me to do. The odd thing about it is that I usually go braless a couple of times a week, albeit with a top not so revealing, but when I thought about it I hadn’t gone braless since our time together.

I couldn’t get that thought out of my mind as I pretended to watch the news. It was just about that time that my mom announced that she had a meet and greet with her boss and some new employees in about an hour. I nearly fainted when I saw the opportunity that would leave us. I quickly added that I was going to a friend’s house as well and headed upstairs to get changed. It was all a ploy on my part, but a ploy that gave me a reason to dress down for just hanging out with the girls. I quickly donned my tight Capri pants and a casual tank top, omitting all underwear. When I sauntered back downstairs I made sure to steer clear of the living room and hung out in the kitchen to await a hopeful entrance by my brother. About five minutes later he did come in, but closely followed by my mom.

After taking a gander at my chest she quipped, “I know it’s just going to be the girls, but would it kill you to wear a bra?”

I got that line fairly often, but this time Joey chimed in and added, “Yeah, it makes you look like a slut.”

I was mortified to hear him say that after why I did it in the first place, but more because he had said it as if siding with mom. She even gave me a quick, “You see… even your brother thinks that.”

I twisted my head sideways at Joey as if to say “who’s side are you on”, but nearly melted in my tight Capri pants when he gave me a quick wink. That said a lot to me because even when he had me under his thumb we had continued sniping at each other in front of mom so as to compensate for what we were doing behind her back. Now his words seemed more in line with the program. But just as I felt a little tingling in my lower regions, Joey piped up and said how the house would be empty because he was meeting up with a new girl that night.

All hopes were not only dashed instantly, but when I thought about another girl canceling out my good time I grew pissed. It almost seemed like my brother was trying to rub it in to me that he still had other girls going after him. What did that say about me? Jealous that another girl might get my brothers attention over me? And what right did I think that his jaunt into an incestuous relationship with me held any sort of loyalty to me? I went back upstairs almost in tears at what Joey had done to me either on purpose or just by being the typically insensitive jerk guys can be. I sat on my bed trying to figure things out when I heard Joey coming up the stairs.

My door opened and he leered at me for a moment and said, “Should have looked like that an hour ago.”

That didn’t make me any happier knowing that I had just lucked out by minutes, but then it hit me that he at least took notice of what I had been trying to tell him. On a good note, that meant that perhaps in the next day or two that I might get a chance at walking on the wild side again. But in the end, I got really pissed over my sexual frustration and headed for his room. My timing was imperfect, because I walked in on him changing his pants. Even flustered as I was over my state of mind, I still spewed out what I had come to say.

“Well, you missed your chance too, you know. I was going to ask you to do that thing to me again.”

I all but slammed his door and went back to my room hoping that now he was just as unhappy with losing out on what I was going to give him. But then, would he understand what I had been implying – that I had wanted to see if he could make me cum again?

I went back to my bed to sulk and tried to get Joey out of my mind, but every time I thought of him going out with another girl I got pissed off all over again. I knew I had no right to, but that doesn’t stop a girl in lust from getting any more ticked off, no matter how unusual the situation might be. I was just about to get up and see who had just shut the front door when I heard it banging a second time. I knew both mom and Joey had gone out and I felt so abandoned.

For the first hour I hoped that Joey would take pity on me and return, or perhaps decide I would be more fun than some new girl that might not even put out for him. I couldn’t stop asking myself the most insane questions imaginable, such as; was she pretty, did she have tits bigger than mine, or would she do the things for my brother that I already had? It was nearing the second hour when I began rationalizing what had to be happening on my brother’s date. I cried when I thought how he had chosen her over me and how my heart ached just for the mere touch of my brother’s hand on my body. I wondered how I should act when he did see me next. I assumed that it wouldn’t be until the next day since he was use to staying out late whenever he was with a girl.

It was well into the third hour before I got to the point of wondering what it would have been like if Joey did suddenly come home. I was certain that he would have had sex with her and that meant that he would definitely not be interested in me at all. I decided I was strangling myself in my tight ass Capri pants and went to jump into a pair of loose cotton shorts that I used as sleepwear. I was about to run down to the bathroom when I heard the phone ringing. Just as I opened my door, I heard the front door open and someone running for the phone. My heart skipped a beat when I heard Joey talking with the other party and struggled to hear what was going on, but to no avail.

When I heard him hanging up, I rushed for the bed to pretend I was asleep, but then I decided that I would rather curse out my brother when he came upstairs. I wasn’t really sure of what I would say, and I wasn’t even sure what I wanted from him anymore, however I did know that I really wanted to vent away my anger and frustrations. I sat up against my headboard with my knees bent up to my chest and just stared at the foot of the bed.

My door burst open and there he stood. The bastard was wearing his typical smirk and without saying a word, he came over to me and knelt on the bed. When he started to lean over me I tried pushing him away, but when I realized he wanted to tell me something I held still and listened.

“Sorry little sis, but you wouldn’t have wanted me to pass up an easy lay, would you?”

I tried pushing him away until he added, “Come on, we didn’t even have sex.”

I took one sniff and knew he was lying and told him so.

“Fuck you! I can smell her on you, you prick.”

He sat back on his heels and laughed at me. That drove me fucking crazy.

“Come on sis, it was just sex. You don’t think I gave up girls for you, do you?”

I wasn’t going to answer him until I realized how damn silly it would be if I had of answered yes to his question. “No, but you don’t have to rub them in my face, do you? I was just hoping… hoping that you would have put her off till later. You saw the way I was dressed. You know I did that for you, right?”

He laughed at me again. “You’re jealous! I can’t believe it, you’re fucking jealous. You really did think I gave up other girls for you, didn’t you?”

“No,” I spat, “I just… I just thought… I don’t know what I thought.”

Joey teased me for while over the obvious that I had no way left of hiding and he was having a blast doing it to me.

“Alright, sis, I’ll be good now. You know that thing you wanted to do? Let’s do it now.”

“We can’t, mom will be home soon. You should have…”

He stopped me there and pointed out to me that it had been mom on the phone as he came in. She was talked into drinking and would be staying the night at her friend’s house and going to work from there in the morning. All of a sudden everything I had wanted to do was now possible, although my mood was still as foul as ever. But just the possibility that something could conceivably happen sparked a fire in my loins that I cursed the second I felt it. That was also when Joey decided to put an end to my tantrum. He leaned in over me again and planted a kiss on my lips that seemed god awful. I could smell that he had had his face in that other girl’s crotch and tried pushing him away from me, but he held his ground and even snaked his tongue into my mouth. I was disgusted knowing that I was tasting another girl like that. When he finally pulled away I cursed him out and told him just how demeaning that was to do to me. But again he laughed at my perceived notions and proceeded to give me an option.

“Look it, it’s like this. Mom is gone all night, and I’m here now. I’m up for a little playtime if you are?”

Joey sat back on his heels again and waited for my answer. I didn’t know what to say. Hell, I didn’t want to have to say anything. What I wanted that seemed the only possible way to rescue the night was for my brother to take charge of me and tell me what to do. Knowing his delightfully airy mood I didn’t see much chance of that happening. I finally decided to answer him by telling him to take a shower first. With that he got up off my bed and began taking off his shoes and pants. My heart was thumping at full power as I saw I was achieving my goal finally, but after he stripped away his underwear, he gave me a rather shocking demand.

“First, I’m going to take a bath, not a shower. Secondly, you’re going to give me that bath if you want to play. And third of all, you’re going to do it with your tongue.” He was gesturing towards his somewhat flaccid prick.

I couldn’t believe what he was asking me to do, but when he held out his cock and gave me that look, I knew he was serious. I told him “no fucking way” and I must have sounded serious because he sat on my bed and told me he was just kidding.

“I’m going to run downstairs and I’ll be right back up.” He started to leave my room but turned around and said, “But first…”

My brother went over to my closet and after looking through it, he took two cloth robe belts off the back of my door. He came back over to the bed and sat on my left side with a smile on his face. He tossed the belts to me and told me to tie one to each of my wrists first and my eyes bugged out. It seemed that he wanted to tie me to my bed before going for a shower to have something to think about until he got back. I saw the wisdom in that from his viewpoint, but I didn’t care to be tied up right after everything that had just gone on, nor did I want to be that way for the next twenty minutes it would take him to get back. He spent the next five minutes talking me into doing it for him and because he promised to do that special thing for me again if I complied, I finally gave in. I took off my top as he instructed me to do and felt awkward when I thought how my chest might compare to the one he just had made love to earlier.

I tried lying back for him to do it, but he was quite insistent that I start the procedure my self. I knew he relished seeing me doing this to myself, and since he was being so sweet at the moment I went to work tying the ends of the belts around my wrists. When I was done with my end of things, I sat back and waited for him to finish the job.

“Well…” from Joey was all it took for me to understand that I was to assume the position I knew he wanted me in, so I slithered into a horizontal position and lifted my hands towards my bedposts. He finally took over from there and tied my arms spread wide to my bedposts. After making sure I was secured tightly, he got off the bed and removed his shirt. I told him to hurry under the pretense that I didn’t want even the slightest possibility of anyone seeing me like this. His lewd smile told me something was wrong.

“I told you I was taking a bath… and you are going to do it as I said.”

I started swearing at him over how fucking gross it was for him to even think I would touch him after he had just been with another girl. My cursing him out didn’t seem to bother him at all as he started onto my bed and threw a leg over me to sit on my belly.

“No! NO… don’t you dare. That is so fucking gross.”

Joey seemed to be getting more and more pleasure from my protests while constantly edging his body up my chest. When he was almost to my head, he held out his cock, still only half hard, and began rubbing the head of it over my face and lips.

“Can you smell her cunt? Huh, ya little bitch, can you smell her?”

I kept flailing my head from side-to-side trying to get away from him. Not only could I smell where he had put his cock, but I could tell by the looks of it that he probably hadn’t even wiped himself off after doing her. That told me that he had planned on doing all of this to me even before he was out of her arms. I began begging him not to make me do what he wanted, but his tormenting never let up. He took three fingers and forced them into my mouth and pried my lips open. With his free hand he worked the head of his cock in between his fingers and successfully into my mouth. I spit it out and twisted my head away from him, but he reached back behind him and grabbed my left nipple in his fingers. He began twisting away at me until I cried out for him to stop, and after a few long seconds of the torture, I gave in and opened my mouth.

When he was sure I wouldn’t spit him out a second time, he finally let go of my nipple and told me every step of what he wanted me to do. I was repulsed knowing that the cock in my mouth had just fucked another girl an hour ago. At least after I got him fully erect it didn’t seem quite as bad. However, as I became somewhat accustomed to this task before me, Joey kicked it up a notch and began telling me all about the girl and all the things they did together. Just moments earlier all the stuff he was telling me would have just been getting me pissed off, but now that I was attached to him and fellating him smoothly, it sort of turned me on a little. Taking his sloppy seconds wasn’t nearly as bad as I would have thought if he hadn’t been fucking my face as he was. And then he did something that took away all my grossed out thoughts entirely; he turned around and got into a sixty-nine with me. He pushed my loose fitting sleepwear down far enough so I could spread my legs for him and mentioned how he loved it when I didn’t wear any panties. The second I felt him nibbling at my clit he was forgiven for everything he had done to me. Even when he began fucking my mouth and telling me what it had been like to fuck that new girl, I took it all as a lustful seed that kept spiking my own lust.

Joey settled into sort of a slow fucking motion against my mouth and kept giving me more and more details over what they had done and how it had felt to him throughout. Most surprising to me were my reactions when he asked me why I wasn’t happy for him having gotten laid by a good piece of ass. I almost felt like I was being put into competition for my brother’s love and needed to prove my loyalty. Whatever he was doing between my legs got me so fucking horny that he did finally change my attitude about his earlier lay. At one point he took his cock out of my mouth and laid it to the side of my head as he continued eating me out. He wanted to know again why I couldn’t be happy for him and how he would love to know I was getting fucked regularly. Even to the point of saying he would want to know how other lovers had treated me.

I guess the competition aspect kicked in and I began getting curious to know just how well she had taken care of my brother. But first I had to know how I measured up to her.

“Was she better than me?”

He laughed and I took that as a good sign. “Hell, not even close. You think she would have washed another cunt off of me?”

It put me off a little, but it was true. I beat her there whether I liked it or not. I asked the next particularly hard question, “Did she… was she good to you? I mean, did you have fun?”

“Not nearly as much as I’m having right now. She was a pretty good lay as far as lays go, but she has nothing on you. And she even tasted a bit nasty. I barely sucked her pussy before I went for the fuck instead.”

My head swelled instantly over his portrayal of me and I turned my head to retrieve his cock. I felt it getting harder and hotter as we talked and saw how talking was driving him into a frenzy. From around his shaft I asked, “Were her tits bigger than mine?”

Without hesitation he replied, “A lot bigger.” My doubts of adequacy came flooding back until he continued on. “But they were way too big; almost sloppy. And she had those really huge areoles that were dark brown. I hate that! Yours are so much sweeter. Tight little buds with nipples that could cut glass when you get fired up.”

I felt him making a grab for my nipples and could tell under his touch what was about to come next. “Just like they are now! See, knowing the details aren’t so bad. You’re so fucking wet right now I can hardly breathe. Knowing I fucked another girl is driving you fucking crazy, isn’t it?”

I couldn’t disagree anymore and simply gave him a muffled affirmation to his observations. He was right more than I cared to admit. Knowing that he had just been laid and perhaps even more, that I was rated much higher than the other girl was heightening my own lust to new degrees. And knowing that I had overcome my own insecurities and jealousy I could now admit that I was happy for him. Suddenly I just had to show him my sisterly loyalty by clearly speaking around his hardon, “I’m sorry for being a bitch! I’m glad you had fun. Really, don’t worry about me, I’ll get over it.”

It was worth the words I found so hard to say out loud because it had an immediate effect on him. Joey began nearly pounding away at my mouth until I thought he was about to cum. But he threw me a curve and pulled his cock away from me and unceremoniously struggled his way off the bed. I instantly grew weary that I had said something wrong and told him I was sorry for whatever I said that bothered him.

“You didn’t say anything wrong, cunt. As a matter of fact, you just said everything right. I’m just not ready to get off yet. We have the whole night and I’m gonna make this last.”

I smiled knowing I was pleasing him so well again. Hell, I was surprising myself with how well I was overcoming my own insecurities so quickly. It was his words that were melting away my prudish ways and I would realize by morning that talking about all the tiny details of his experience truly was a major turn on when in the right frame of mind. As I lay there waiting for whatever his next move might be, I even asked him if he might see her again. When he answered “probably”, I shocked myself with what came out of my mouth next.

“I hope she treats you well. If you do fuck her again, will you… can we do this again… so you can tell me all about it?”

His lighted smile told me the answer, but his words affirmed my read. “You bet, as long as you’ll clean up after her again.”

I grimaced over the thought of doing that again, but I replied with, “If that’s what it’ll take; if that’s what you want me to do.”

Joey sat on the edge of the bed and seemed to just enjoy taking in the sight of my form. He grabbed for my bottoms and pulled them off me to leave me fully nude for his eyes. I enjoyed his leering and it left me burning to know what was next.

“Are you going to make me cum again? I really want to see if I can. I’ve tried doing it myself twice now and haven’t had any luck. I was going to ask you to explain how you made me do that last time.”

My brother giggled over my obvious naivety. I had to join him because after all, it was my body and it seemed weird that a guy knew how to make that happen and I didn’t. He slid his hand up and down my inner thigh and told me he would give me a thorough lesson later. Then he wanted to know what I had done with the last pictures he had taken of me. I told him where they were hidden and he went to get them out of my closet. After sitting back on the edge of my bed, he began holding them up for me to see each of them and talked about each one. I asked him about the first one he had taken of me in the shower and found out that he had just sold it to his friend that day. He went into his pants on the floor, took out forty dollars he had talked the guy into giving him and set it on my night stand. I felt weird saying it, but he had a stake in it as well, so I told him he could take half of it for making the deal. After putting twenty of it back in his pants he told me he felt like my pimp now. I laughed and told him how he better get a larger coral of gals if he wanted to make any serious money.

“What did he think of it? Did he like it?”

“What the fuck do you think… he paid me twice what I had expected before? I bet he went right home and jerked off for a fucking hour.”

All I could do was raise my eyebrows and giggle a little over the thought of some weirdo beating off to my body.

Joey went over to my chair and pulled it to the foot of the bed, sat down and just stared at my nudity. I was a little antsy and at first closed my legs tight, but after thinking about denying my brother from the very thing any male would want most, I spread them wide and invitingly for him to see every nuance of me. I struggled playfully against my ties and begged, “Come on… I want to play some more. Do something to me!”

“You horny little fuck! Can’t get enough of me, huh? Now I’m feeling sorry for fucking her tonight.”

“No, don’t say that. You had fun. Like you said, guys like variety, right? I don’t want you to feel bad because I got all snotty. Really, I’ll probably get a little… jealous… every time I know you’re out getting laid in the future, but that’s my problem. I want you to be happy.”

“You want me to tell you about other girls, too?”

I bit my lip to hide my truth, but finally told him, “Yeah, as long as you get me in the right mood at the same time. You got me to come around tonight pretty easily.”

“Will you tell me about the guys you fuck?”

I thought about it for a moment and saw no harm in playing fair. “Yeah, why not?

“Then tell me about the last guy that fucked you.”

I wasn’t prepared for that, but after I thought about it for a moment I figured, what the hell.

“You remember Teddy? It was him. I liked him a lot, but all he wanted was a fuck and once he got it he split within ten minutes. I felt so used.”

“You mean used like this?”

I realized he was right and mumbled, “I guess!”

“So, was he at least a good fuck? Did he bang the gong?”

“It was okay, as far as fucking goes. But there wasn’t anything really special about him. He did fuck the hell out of me, you know, like banged into me really hard right up until he got off. I didn’t even get comfortable enough to get off though. To be honest, that’s the way most guys do it.”

“How does your brother stack up to them?”

“Look at me! I’m tied to the fucking bed. You’ve used me to make porn. You just sold a nude picture of me. My legs were wobbly as all hell after that last fuck. And you even forced me to cum like a fucking guy. What the fuck do you think?”

I saw his gloating smile and couldn’t take it any longer. “Please… come over here and do something to me. I’m so fucking horny right now.”

“Well, I’ve been thinking about that. I want to do something new to you since we have the entire night and you have nothing to say about it. Maybe I should go get my date and see if she wants to join us.”

“No,” I screamed. “Don’t even think about it.”

“Well, what do you want me to do to you? And don’t say make you cum again. We’ll get to that later.”

I thought about it for a minute and couldn’t really come up with anything I wanted to suggest. “I don’t know. I’m fucking tied down, do what you want.” And when I saw he still wasn’t in any hurry, I suggested, “Fuck me! I want to make sure you get a good fuck tonight, and I know you liked fucking me last time.”

I guess that hit the spot. I never would have thought words so incestuous and vile could come from my mouth, but they had and now it looked like I was going to get what I asked for. But first my brother said he wanted a better target. He told me to lift my legs as close to my head as I could bend them. I did as he told me and then he grabbed the long end of the robe tie that bound my hand and used it to tie my leg in the air. It wasn’t particularly comfortable, but I liked where it was going. He went and did my other leg in the same fashion and I was more on display than any girl ever had been before. With an arm and a leg tied touching each other over my head on either side of me, I was severely opened for business.

Joey crawled between my legs and lapped deeply through my labia. I felt like I was gushing a flood of cream from my bottom. After several thorough explorations with his tongue he sat on his knees and rubbed the head of his cock into my vagina. It went in with absolutely no friction and I quickly saw that he could hit me deeper than perhaps any other guy ever had in the past. He thrust once really hard and all the way as far as he could into me and made a point to bump me really hard when he did.

“Is that how Teddy did it? Huh? Good and fucking hard?”

It felt so good that all I could do was nod my head for him. He settled into long, slow, but very hard thrusts into me that rocked my body backwards each time, and even though there were better ways to get fucked, girls like variety, too. Being so wide open I could feel every nuance of my brother’s cock; every vein, the rim of his mushroom shaped head, and even the heat radiating from his organ. He fucked me like that in a perfect rhythm for nearly five minutes and neither of us seemed to get tired of it. As a matter of fact, I even talked to him throughout most of the time.

“Oh, god, that feels so good this way. Do I feel good for you? I mean, you like taking me this way. I feel so fucking used and nasty.” All my words seemed to make his cock even harder with every thrust, so there was no way I was going to let up. I even used the dirtiness of what we were doing to heighten his pleasure and he really, really seemed to like that.

“Ever thought you’d be fucking your sister on a regular basis? Oh, god, I know I’m loving it. It’s so fucking perverted and nasty… and I love all your nasty little ideas for taking me.”

When he seemed like he wanted to give me his own version of cheerleading, he started doing the most perfect thing. “You are so much better to fuck than what’s-her-name. I could fuck you like this all night. And I love these beautiful little titties so fucking much.”

As always, my sweet brother had ways of always kicking things into high gear. Even though I knew he wouldn’t do as he was suggesting, his words were like a wild fantasy playing in my ears.

“You know what I’d really love to see?” I shook my head. “I’d love to watch some other guy fucking you like this. All tied up and unable to say no. Just fucking the hell out of you. Man, I’d love to see that.”

“Really… it wouldn’t bother you to see that?”

“Not a fucking bit. Watching him use your tight little bod to get the best fuck of his life?”

I wanted to blow his mind, and perhaps even add to my own fantasy desires and teased his brain. “So, if I set it up to fuck a guy in some wild way, you would want to watch?” He nodded his wish. Then I really blew his mind. I had no intention of doing it, but right here, right now I was willing to allow him to picture it happening. “I’ll do it then, just for you. I doubt I’d let him tie me up, but I’d let you watch me getting fucked if that would make you happy. Hell, I’d take on two guys if you really wanted it. But I’d have to know where you were to make sure you got a real eye full.”

That opened the flood gates. Even before I had time to catch up, Joey began ramming into me at full speed and groaning more severely than I could imagine. I wanted to make his orgasm the very best I could even if I wasn’t going to get off myself, so I began kissing him and working his brain for every drop of wish.

“Can you imagine watching their cocks pushing in and out of me… your little sister… getting fucked like a cheap fucking whore? Hearing them making me scream out in pleasure, playing with my boobs, and even cumming in my mouth?”

That did it! I felt the hardest spurt of cum slam into me that I had ever felt before. My brother’s face looked so sweetly tortured and vexed over my words. I could never forget the power of words during sex after this night. I don’t think I could ever imagine my brother looking more satisfied in his life if I fucked him a new way every night of his life. I cooed over his success of enjoying my body so much and told him he could use it whenever he wanted it. As I stared into his twisted up face of pure joy, I knew there was something I could never find the words to tell him, yet as he fell over me in a spent heap of sweaty muscles, I took the chance to whisper in his ear, “I love you so much!”

He pushed away from me a little and wondered if he had heard me right. I wished I could take back my words; they seemed to strike such fear in him. I hurriedly tried to assuage his apprehension by shuffling my words and told him, “I mean I just love the way you fuck me so much. You do it so well.” It seemed to work and the smile came right back and that made me happy, even if the shuffle wasn’t what I had meant originally, it still fit.

Again I found myself stuck in some wildly weird position after all the fireworks were over. It seemed that my brother was content with staring at me from the end of the bed and even seemed to be taking his time before moving on. About the only part of my anatomy that I could move was my ass that was somewhat in the air. If not for being so vulgarly displayed I probably would have complained, but there was something I was hoping for before I asked for that. And I began pleading for it a minute after Joey had gotten off on me – it was my turn now. I plied him with every coo and begging promise I could muster until he finally gave in and told me it was time for my lesson. But he spoke of one problem first and went downstairs. When he returned he was holding a towel and a wet facecloth.

As he began swiping the facecloth through my labia to swab out all of his remains, I asked him why he didn’t just go at me like that. He had made me swallow it twice now, why was it such a problem for him. All his arguments were weak at best, but I didn’t want to piss him off so I left it alone. It still bothered me a little that I had to be cleaned before he went down on me but it had been perfectly acceptable to make me clean him from his last date. Guys are so full of double standards.

After toweling my bottom as dry as possible the show was ready to begin. I was more than a little embarrassed when he started by giving me an anatomy lesson of my own body and he began by frigging my clit until it was fully engorged. He took it between two fingers and made a short and fast jerking motion with it as if beating himself off. That had the result of making me bounce my ass all over the place trying to free my “little man” from his grip.

“This… this as you probably know is your magic button,” he said as he slowed his rhythm so I could pay attention. Then he slid two slightly spread fingers over my outer lips and went on. “These are your typical pleasure points of interest that you are most aware of for most sex, but they only hold a small amount of cards compared to the clit. I use them as the warm up, because this trick I break into two parts. The first part is sort of your standard masturbation, you know, like when you play with yourself. The second and most important part comes with very specific timing. Just as you begin having your orgasm, you start the second part by fucking with your button both inside and out; as if you’re trying to roll a marble in a very slippery bag.

Joey leaned in closer to my crotch as he slid a finger into me and curved it up and back. “This is your G-spot as you know.”

I bounced my ass all over the place at the extremely sensitive nature of where he was touching. But I guess it was my expression that told my brother that I hadn’t known where my G-spot was and he almost felt sorry for me over just learning about it, and from a guy at that.

“Okay, let me step back a little for you sis. Your G-spot is the inside part of your clit muscles and membranes. It’s sort of like the head of my cock. It’s the really sensitive part of you that controls how well you get off.” He started bumping my clit and vulva to imitate a normal fucking motion with the palm of his hand while leaving his finger inside me, but not moving it. “This is what you feel with just a fucking sensation. All that happens is on the outside and that’s only half of the available surface. Now when the time is right and you work on your little switch both inside and out, you double your pleasure. See?” And all of a sudden he made a frigging motion with the finger inside of me while continuing his bumping motion from the outside.

I tried as hard as I could to raise my ass as high as I could to get away from his manipulation and screamed, “I get it, I get it! You have to stop… please?”

He did stop and my bottom settled back down as far as my ropes allowed. I was trying to catch my breath as my sweet older brother continued explaining everything to me.

“There are two important things you have to remember. Like I said, the timing is crucial. You already have to be in the middle of you typical orgasm first, and then you start the major assault on your love button. But the second part, if you really want to cum ‘like a guy’ as you put it, is that you can’t let up no matter how sensitive your button gets. You have to just keep plowing right through it. Remember, start your orgasm, then don’t let up until you cum.”

Wow! It really made sense the way Joey was explaining it and that left me wondering why more girls didn’t know about this secret already. I chalked it up to prudish ways and the embarrassment of actually having to put it into words as my brother had just done. It also helped a great deal seeing it done to me just a foot in front of my eyes. And having my pussy pried so close to my face and forced upward by the way I was tied showed me myself better than I had seen in years. Since I was already in such a lustful area, I begged Joey to do it for me right now.

“Please, I’ve been waiting for so long to do it again. I really need to try it again. Pleeaassse?”

My brother clearly took pity on me and began settling in between my legs. But just after taking a very short lick at my full labia, he looked up to me and added one more thought. “And don’t forget the most important part of getting yourself to cum. You have to have a really great fantasy going in your head all the time.”

I asked incredulously, “You mean something more than having my brother tie me to the bedposts with my pussy sticking right out and into his face?”

“Well, that kind of perverted thing might work, but I was thinking of a better way to rev up your engines. I hit upon it when I was fucking my date of all things.”

That hit a very slight note of jealousy within me, but now all his attentions were with me, so I let it go. Besides, he just admitted to thinking about me while he was fucking some other tramp. What more could a girl ask for?

“You see, this fantasy is going to work well because I might just really do it to you someday. Maybe some day when I have you… tied up… like this for instance. I was thinking it would be great to get some guy that doesn’t really know us and bring him home to fuck my little sister for me. Can you imagine some horny fuck coming in here to see you strung out like this?”

Instantly I grew fearful over that ever happening. “No, promise me you’d never do that? Promise me!”

“Nope, that isn’t part of the fantasy. Just remember that it’s someone that doesn’t know us. I probably wouldn’t even tell him we were related. But just shut up, close your eyes and listen to my story.”

I trusted Joey and did has he instructed, closed my eyes, and listened for his sick desires for me. Just as I settled into his words, he slowly pushed the palm of his hand against my full vulva and rubbed hard against me in slow, little circles. At the apex of every circle he was brushing over my clit so very well.

“Anyways, in comes this guy and flips at seeing the girl I have tied up for him. I’d have you blindfolded so he’d feel safe to fuck you without you crying rape. Even then, he’d probably be really hesitant to touch you… at first. Then he’d probably start off by running a hand along your thigh to your crotch,” which Joey did as he said it, “or make a grab for those cute little titties of yours.” And again he moved his hand up to my somewhat squished up chest and massaged my right boob to give me a physical illustration to go with his story. He was already getting me into an almost too real scenario to fantasize over.

He stopped the heavy circles of his hand and switched more to a back and forth motion instead. His free hand began pinching my ass cheeks a little and roaming the rest of my body. I began soft moans of joy and heard him tell me, “Remember, when you start to have an orgasm, you have to let me know when you’re ready.”

I nodded my head frantically, and waited for more of his story to “rev” those engines.

“The guy doesn’t have a very long dick, but it’s really thick and fat around. So, when he starts fucking you, you get scared thinking it won’t even fit in you. The harder he pushes at you trying to get into your tight little twat, the more you flip out. I rush over and put a gag in your mouth to keep you quiet.” I actually imagined getting a gag forced into my mouth, and also remembered what it had felt like the first time a guy had fucked me. I never would have believed I would open up enough to take him, but I had under his constant efforts.

My brother bent down and began going at me with his tongue again and it felt wonderful. He was forcing me to squirm already and I decided to jump into my own fantasy by playing along with his storyline.

“You would be right there all the time watching, right?” All he could do was murmur a muffled answer with his face plastered to my cunt, but it seemed like he accepted my intrusion. “You know, if you wanted to be a really great big brother… you could help him out. Maybe suck on my tits while he raped me? Or… if you were really into it, you could go down there and lick all around me as he was sticking it to me.”

It was impossible not to notice how my words had kicked things up a notch by how Joey’s enthusiasm for eating me out seemed to double. That seemed to happen just as I mentioned the nasty part of putting his face next to our stranger’s prick. I wondered just how wild of fantasies my brother had when he was all alone. I never thought as my brother as being bi before, but hell, I never thought of him as my secretive lover two weeks ago either.

Over the next few minutes it was a gentle ride up a very slippery slope between my adding to the story and then my brother taking quick pauses to add his own twists and turns. I already had the typical small orgasms I was use to, but I was beginning to feel the big one coming on. That was when I would end any session on my own. I began telling Joey I was getting closer and I saw him seemingly getting into a better position between my legs. I kept looking down to see his fingers snaking into me and his tongue working feverishly. He really was an expert at eating pussy. Any girl would be lucky to win a date with my loving older brother just in hopes of experiencing what I was at the moment. And then the time was there.

“About ten seconds Joey… I’m getting ready to cum…” I held onto the misnomer of what I had always perceived as cumming prior to making love to my brother. “Oh, god that feels sooo good. Yeah, yeah, just keep doing that. Oh, yeah… I’m gonna cum…” I was holding back as hard as I could and then, “Now, I’m cumming… do it now.”

With that Joey pushed a finger into me and I felt it hitting the inside of my clit as I watched him pinch his thumb over the outside of my clit at the same time. Then I looked quickly to see him start sort of a vibratory action with his fingers as he went wild licking every spot around my cunt and mons that he could get at. I started screaming in total abandonment over the sensations. I was glad I was tied down or I don’t think I could have stood the prolonged climax I was feeling. Yet even though I was a pile of raw nerves getting frigged into exploding, I could tell I had started a new round of holding back… what exactly I was holding back I didn’t know, but I was working to do it with every muscle in my body.

Suddenly my body lurched up and I bent my head to watch in amazement as I screamed to Joey, “I’m gonna… do it… oh, god… here it comes…”

I’m not sure if Joey felt a taste of it, the first spurt, or what, but he pulled away from me and held his hand out to catch the creamy fluids gushing out of me in tremendously quick spurts. It looked just like a guy’s semen, just a little lighter and not as globular. I felt my self squirt at least a half dozen times as the pile in his hand grew with each of my muscle contractions. I was cumming! It seemed so amazing that I could do that. Why in the hell it took a guy to teach me something so tremendous was beyond me. And when I knew it was finally over, I collapsed backwards and instantly felt the sweat running off the sides of my girls and every part of my body ached from my prolonged restraint. Man, did I ever understand why guys always want to turn over and sleep after sex now.

“Did you like that sweetie?”

I looked up at my brother and replied, “You called me sweetie! Yes, I fucking loved the hell out of that. Let me see it.”

He brought his hand up close to my face, and then after I studied my output for a moment he said to me, “Go ahead, taste it! See what it’s like.”

I grimaced over the idea, but after coaxing me for a bit and even stating that he would if I did, I stuck out my tongue to take a lick of it. But Joey turned his hand over and wiped the entire contents across my tongue and lips, forcing it into my mouth. He plastered his hand against my mouth and ordered me to swallow.

“Unh, unh.”

“I’m not taking my hand away until you do it.”

Realizing I had no way to protest it, I did finally swallow the very fluid I had just expelled from my body. The taste wasn’t so bad, but just knowing what I was doing seemed so oddly profane. After seeing my throat muscles working, he took his hand away and asked how I had liked my own taste.

“I don’t know… I guess it wasn’t that bad. But you lied to me. You said you would taste it too.”

“I did, when you started cumming in the first place. I guess my little sister’s cum isn’t all that bad. Did you enjoy it?”

“Yeah, but you really have to untie me now. My wrists hurt, my back is aching… hell, my whole body aches.”

I watched as he quickly worked to give me some relief and saw that my dear sweet brother was actually taking care of me. And a whole lot better than any boyfriend ever had. When I could finally stretch out prone, my whole body was on fire from what I had just experienced and I made a grab for my brother’s face. This time I was the one frenching him, but he soon fought back with his own tongue as he molested my boobs trying to capture his little sister’s tautness for his future’s sake. I pulled him on top of me and spread my legs to insure a nice fit between us and we continued kissing for several minutes. He told me that he needed sleep and was going to his room, but I held tight to him and asked him to sleep with me since mom wouldn’t be coming home. He murmured his acceptance and within a minute I heard his breath slowing into a sleepful mode.

I brushed my hand through his hair and spoke softly, “You called my sweetie.” And just as I heard his first light snore of sleep, I added, “I love you, too!”

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