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 Title: Cherries and Chocolate


Summary: Older brother has sizzling V-Day romp with virgin sister.


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,firsttime,hot





   Nathaniel walked through the front door of his parent's house, shaking
the snow off of his coat.  He set his overnight bag down with a thump and
called out in greeting.

   "Hey guys, I'm here!"

   The house was quiet, but he wasn't worried.  His parents said they might
not make it back from shopping in the city until later that night and the
snow was coming down hard: his dad was a careful driver who had always
erred on the side of caution, especially with the snow.  He'd lost a
brother to a car accident years ago and had never really come to terms with
it.

   Nathaniel's younger sister Brooke was probably out at the local mall or
at a friend's house.  She was in her final year of highschool and was
fairly popular.  She'd been going steady with a kid named Cliff for some
time and it was all she could talk about when their parents forced the
siblings to chat on webcam.  It was an awkward experience for them both:
Nathaniel was six years older than his sister and they had little in
common.

   Brooke was polite enough and asked about his schooling - he was studying
biochemistry ('gross', in her estimation), his hobbies - hockey, as always
(skating was the one thing they could agree on), and dates - he was always
vague on this front.  While hookup apps had expanded his horizons some, he
was mostly too busy to go steady with anyone.

   Nathaniel slung his bag over his shoulder and started up the stairs
towards his childhood bedroom, looking forward to a more comfortable sleep
than university digs.  He reached the top of the stairs when his sister
darted past him - in one of HIS T-shirts!

   "Hey!  You little thief!" He yelled at her, mostly affectionately. 
Brooke jumped a foot into the air, yelping in fright.  Apparently she
hadn't heard her brother's entry.

   "Ohmyfuckinggod," she said in a single breath, clutching her chest like
a horror movie heroine.  Nathaniel laughed at the spooked look on her face
and then realised that she was wearing his T-shirt but little else.  His
view from on the stairs was uncomfortably intimate for him, her pussy (she
shaved?) on display up what amounted to be a too-short dress on her.

   "Nath, you bastard!  You scared the shit out of me!" She shoved her
brother's shoulder, pulling the T-shirt down to cover her better. 
Nathaniel took the hit and moved to stand on the landing next to her,
shaking his head.

   "That's my top!"

   "I borrowed it!  If you liked it so much why didn't you bring it to
college with you?" Brooke retorted, her green eyes trained stubbornly on
her tall brother.

   "Because I didn't want to lose it or have it stolen!  I didn't expect
someone in my own family to be a little thief!"

   "Yeah, well, I didn't expect to find pot in your room either, but here
we are." Brooke said brattily, flouncing off to answer the siren call of a
cell phone notification.  Nathaniel pinched the bridge of his nose and
opened his bedroom door, eager to put some distance between his bratty
sister and him.

   His room was mostly how he remembered it, there were a few boxes of his
mom's craft supplies on his dresser.  They'd likely been moved out of her
sewing room to make room for the camp cot that occasionally got rolled out
for special occasions.  It was his parent's silver wedding anniversary on
the 17th and they were having a big party for it.  Nathaniel had come down
on the Friday before, figuring he had the weekend to catch up with his
buddies.

   Unfortunately, Nathaniel hadn't remembered it was Valentine's Day
weekend and most of his friends were busy with their girlfriends.  He
wasn't too put out: he wasn't dating anyone and his mom was a good cook.  A
few extra days in town wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing for him,
especially if he had more stolen items to recover from Brooke.

   If Brooke had found his pot, that meant she'd found his Box.  Most
teenage boys had some variant of a Box, a stash of illicit or forbidden
items hidden none too well in their room.  If Brooke had found his box,
that meant that she'd found his porn stash.  He had a couple of well-used
magazines tucked in there as an emergency for if and when his parents took
his phone away when he was younger.  He opened his closet and pulled out
the shoebox that hid his stash and pulled out the magazines.

   Now, it should be said that Brooke was an artistic girl.  Unfortunately
she'd used her artistic talent to deface the busty blonde on the cover and
every page inside, he sighed disappointedly as Miss April - his personal
favourite - stared out at him from the page with buck teeth and a curly
villain-like moustache.  That little bitch!

   Pulling his cellphone out of his pocket, he texted Brooke angrily.

   < what else did u touch in my room?  srsly not cool [thumbs down]

   He put the box away, complete with its defaced magazines.  The memories
were better anyhow, Miss April seemed prettier and less vapid in the rosy
glow of the past.

   His phone vibrated, a notification from Brooke that simply read
[picture].  Assuming it was the newest way to tell someone to fuck off via
meme, he opened it to a pic of...  tits?

   The tits themselves were pleasant, on the smaller side but very pert,
with pink areolas and small nipples that stood out proudly.  Weirdly, the
face was covered by - oh for fuck sakes, HIS shirt.  The blood drained from
his face as he texted his sibling back, three very important words:

   < what.  the.  fuck.

   A moment went by and then he heard a shriek from his sister's room.  His
phone buzzed a second later with a reply message.

   > omg delete that!!  It was a joke for a friend!

   < do mom and dad know u r txting naked pics?

   > don't be a dick, Nath.  Delete it.

   < give me my shirt back, then we'll talk

   > fine whatever

   A few minutes later, Brooke burst through the door (without knocking,
predictably) and threw the shirt at her brother, righteous fury in her
eyes. Her face was entirely red and she couldn't meet Nathaniel's eyes.

   "Just delete it, okay?" She said, standing in the doorway with her eyes
on her feet.  Her toenails were painted bubblegum pink and Nathaniel could
still see the scar on her foot she'd gotten from falling off her bike when
she was learning how to ride it.

   "Look, you really shouldn't be sending pics like that to anyone.  Once
it's out there, it's out there.  Like, you have no control over it anymore.
What would happen if I refused to delete the picture?"

   "You wouldn't dare!" Brooke balked, her eyes widening as the realisation
of how precarious her situation was dawned on her.

   "I said I'd delete it.  I didn't say when.  Maybe this is something mom
and dad should know about.  They wouldn't believe me unless I had proof."
Nathaniel said evenly.  He wasn't a dick but he didn't want to come across
his baby sister's ass on the internet somewhere because she'd been stupid
enough to share it with that fuckboy she was dating.

   "Nath, don't!" Brooke screeched, stomping her feet.  "You know how much
trouble I'd be in!" Her eyes filled with tears and her lower lip quivered.
These weren't alligator tears, she was terrified and Nathaniel was glad
twofold: it got her back for being a brat and also would make her think
twice about sending nudies.
Before Nathaniel could reply, his phone started to ring: it was his
mother.  He showed Brooke, who made a mad grab for his phone, but he shoved

her backwards and took the call.

   "Hello?  Hey mom!  Yeah, got here fine, all good.  Brookie's good, just
catching up, you know.  Mmh, mm hmm.  Okay.  Well, as long as you guys are
safe.  Yeah, I'll pick her up.  Uh huh, midnight.  I know, I know.  Yeah,
love you too.  Stay warm."

   Nathaniel hung up and looked at Brooke, who looked at her brother
worriedly, wondering what their mother had said.

   "You've got some sort of Valentine's Day dance tonight?  Mom wants me to
pick you up because the roads are going to be bad later and I've got a 4X4.
They want you home by midnight, which means I'll have to pick you up, say,
eleven-thirtyish?"

   "Eleven thirty?  That's so early!  I'll be the only person leaving then,
like a giant baby." Brooke looked frustrated.  Nathaniel shrugged: he
didn't make the rules, though he did have a little fun enforcing them.

   "We'll pick up a pizza on the way home," Nathaniel offered.

   "It's just us tonight, mom and dad are staying with the Petersons.  Mrs.
Peterson is pretty ill and they want to be there in case they have to take
her to the hospital.  The ambulances are iffy on rural roads in the snow."

   "Maybe we shouldn't live in the middle of buttfuck, nowhere, then.  I'm
gonna go put my makeup on.  Cliff is supposed to pick me up at six.  He's
tall, blonde, you remember him?"

   Nathaniel nodded, he thought Cliff had a big mouth for his age.  He'd
heard him bullying Brooke one day and that had cemented his opinion of
Cliff as an asshole.  Brooke could be a brat but she wasn't malicious. 
Cliff had been.

   "No worries.  No more dirty pics and I want you ready at eleven-thirty
on the dot, or your coach turning into a pumpkin is the least you'll have
to worry about."

   "Yes DAAAAD." Brooke rolled her eyes and flounced back to her room,
turning her music up loud.

   Nathaniel sighed and went downstairs, grabbing some beer out of the
fridge and a bag of pretzels.  He had a good few hours before he had to
drive and felt like zoning out in front of the TV.  He flopped down on the
couch in the rec room and turned the TV onto a hockey game.  His team
wasn't playing but it was good to see what they'd be up against this
season.

   When the game ended, Nathaniel realised that he hadn't heard his sister
leave yet.  He walked upstairs to find her in a striking pink and black
minidress.  She watched the door anxiously, her shoulders slumped.

   "Hey Brooke, Cliff not here yet?"

   "No, I guess he's running late, with the snow and stuff," Brooke said
quietly, as though perhaps she didn't believe it.

   "Huh.  He text you?"

   "No, but if he's driving..." Brooke trailed off, not really believing it
herself.  Cliff texted and drove all the time, she had tried to get him to
stop, in fact.

   "I get it.  Hey, you want a hot chocolate while you wait?  I was just
gonna make one for myself.  Could just as easily make two." Nathaniel had
no intention of making himself a hot chocolate but wanted to save Brooke's
pride and offer her some small comfort.

   Brooke looked at her brother with a small smile.  She knew that he was
trying his best to cheer her up and she felt kind of like a dick for
earlier.  She nodded meekly, fiddling with her phone nervously.

   Nathaniel went to the kitchen and busied himself making hot chocolate
just the way Brooke liked it, topping it with an outlandishly large swirl
of whipped cream.  He decided to make it look like a boutique coffee shop
might and even sprinkled some cinnamon on top before returning to the
living room to pass it to his sister, along with a napkin to make sure her
dress stayed clean.

   The clock on the mantelpiece showed the time as ten to seven.  Nathaniel
sat with Brooke silently, weighing the benefits of telling Cliff off for
not at least texting.  Here was his baby sister, wilting like a tropical
flower in a frost, all because this guy couldn't get his act together.

   "How's your hot chocolate?" Nathaniel asked, straining to make
conversation with his sister.

   "Good, thanks.  You always make it best," Brooke smiled, surprising her
brother with her observation.  Nathaniel smiled at her and shrugged: he'd
learned from a foodie friend to put a tiny pinch of salt in.  Nowadays
there were plenty of chocolate bars that had sea salt in them, but when
he'd learned to do it it had seemed like a massive revelation.

   "You know, if you want me to drive you, I will." Nathaniel offered,
trying to tiptoe carefully around the issue at hand.  Brooke looked like
she was going to burst into tears at any minute.

   "No, it's okay.  I can't turn up there alone like a loser.  Cliff will
be pissed and everyone will make fun of me."

   "Yikes."

   "Big yikes." Brooke agreed with a sad laugh.  She started flicking
through her photo chat program when suddenly she shrieked.

   "What the fuck?"

   Brooke stared down in horror at her phone screen, a short looped video
of people dancing in the school gym (Nathaniel recognised it from his
tenure there prior to Brooke's attendance) with a tall, blonde fuckboy
grinding on a mousy looking girl.

   Brooke's hand began to tremble and she set the phone aside, bursting
into tears.  Nathaniel froze, this was so far out of his wheelhouse he
couldn't fathom what to do.

   "I'm sorry, Brooke.  Do you still want to go?" Nathaniel asked, taking a
sip of his hot cocoa to clear his throat as the teenager sobbed next to
him.

   "N-no!  Jennie took that v-video because s-sh-shuh-she knows I'll see
it!" Brooke sobbed into her hands, running into her room with her phone. 
Nathaniel didn't know who Jennie was, but he was so glad he was past the
point of petty teenage drama.

   Nathaniel could hear Brooke crying in her room and it bugged him.  He
paced the house, unsure of what to do in such an awkward situation.  He
figured the least thing he could do was try to make her night good.  Pizza
was still on the table, after all, and if she promised to keep her mouth
shut, maybe even a beer.  Nath went to knock on her door, her sobs seeming
even sadder than before.

   "Beav?" Nathaniel called her by a childhood nickname, Beaver.  When she
was little and her baby teeth hadn't all fallen out she had two big adult
teeth in the front and she sort of looked like a beaver.  He'd joked about
that once and it'd stuck.

   "Nath, my world is ending right now, I need like, time alone."

   "How about pizza and beer?  My shout.  We can watch that dumb movie you
like.  I promise to not make fun of the way the entire movie is singing."
Nathaniel offered, pressing his forehead against the door.

   "Look, Cliff is a fucking dick, but he doesn't have to ruin your night,
Beaver.  Pizza!  Beer!  We'll play Battleship or something dumb and just
have a good time.  Please don't let him ruin your night."

   Brooke went silent for a long moment, but eventually opened her door, a
fluffy robe on instead of her minidress.  She opened her arms for a hug,
sniffling, and fell into Nathaniel's arms.

   "I fucking hate him soooo much," Brooke sobbed into her brother's chest.
Nathaniel remained silent, hugging Brooke close.  She was a lot taller than
he remembered, the bottom of his chin just resting above her head now.

   "I think I need a smoke," Brooke sniffled, wiping the tears from her
eyes.

   "Don't tell me you're smoking, Beav.  You know smoking is dumb."

   "Not cigarettes, dummy.  Pot.  Do you want to smoke up with me?" Brooke
asked.  Nathaniel weighed up his responsibility versus her distress and
nodded.

   "I'm gonna order pizza first and we'd better do it in the laundry room.
It's too cold to go outside but there's good ventilation in there.  You
just hang in there, little lady," Nathaniel affected a Southern drawl for
his last words and pinched her cheek.  Brooke laughed and rolled her eyes,
batting him with a small hand.

   "You total dork," Brooke giggled.  Nathaniel felt grateful to see her
smile and stepped into a cordial bow.

   "Thine dork, milady," he grinned as she howled with laughter, tears
rolling down her cheeks.

   "Okay, okay, get the pizza ordered and the beer chilled.  I'll get the
rec room ready for us."

   Nathaniel nodded and went about ordering the biggest, cheesiest,
pepperoniest pizza he could find and popped a couple of beers in koozies.
He changed into a pair of jersey pyjama pants and a t-shirt for comfort. 
Once the pizza arrived, he carried it and the beers into the rec room.

   Brooke had transformed the floor into a fort, stretching a blanket
across a few chairs.  She had stocked it with pillows and blankets and was
downgraded from full-on sobbing to sniffles.

   "That smells really good," Brooke said as Nathaniel set the pizza down
and crawled into the blanket fort with her.

   "Man, I can't remember the last time I was in a blanket fort," he
chuckled as he flipped open the pizza box.  Brooke grabbed a beer and took
a sip, wincing at the taste.  Nathaniel chuckled and grabbed a slice of
pizza, toasting his sister with it.

   "To Valentine's Day not completely sucking."

   "Yeah, to that!" Brooke giggled, taking another swig of her beer. 
Nathaniel got the TV set up to play the dumb movie that she loved,
something about a writer guy falling in love with a courtesan and plenty of
singing.  At least there were lots of chicks in lingerie in the movie. 
Brooke fiddled with her phone worriedly, texting at least three different
people at the same time.

   "I think it's time for a smoke break, Beav.  Let's get you off that
phone." Nath suggested, offering her a hand.  Brooke took it and went to
the laundry room with her brother.  They cracked a window open and rolled a
massive joint, thanks to Brooke's worryingly large stash.  Nath made a
mental note to check if there was anything other than pot in it later.

   Brooke hopped up on the laundry counter, swinging her toned bare legs in
the short-shorts she was wearing.  Nathaniel kept looking away, standing
close to her as they smoked so they could pass the joint back and forth. 
Brooke began to lean her warm body on him for support as she got high.

   "Dude, fuck that guy.  I was going to give him my virginity tonight!"
Brooke said suddenly, looking upset.  Nathaniel blanched at the awkward
revelation, looking at his sister and wondering about her outburst.  Was
his sister still a virgin?  She was eighteen - he'd lost his own when he
was nearly sixteen.

   "Your first time is supposed to be special, Beav." Nathaniel spoke
softly, grabbing her knee and wiggling it playfully.

   "You're too smart to fall for idiot guys with cute faces.  There's no
rush to have sex.  Trust me on that." Nathaniel said seriously, looking at
his sister.  He tried not to notice the fact her nipples were hard from the
cold of the room, he merely grabbed a blanket off the shelf and wrapped it
around her small shoulders.

   "My first time was going to be special.  I had it all thought out and
everything.  I even bought special underwear." Brooke said, putting her
hand on her hip stubbornly.  Nathaniel sighed, he couldn't make her
understand that special didn't mean the perfect playlist and lingerie, it
meant with someone you connected body, mind and soul with.

   Brooke's eyes began to go red and she relaxed a little bit.  Normally
she wasn't this forthcoming with anyone, but weed could get people talking,
if they felt inclined.

   "Hey, wanna help get back at Cliff?" Brooke said suddenly, perking up.

   "Is 'duh' an appropriate answer?" Nath chuckled.  Brooke retrieved her
phone and gestured for Nathaniel to stand between her legs.  Nathaniel did
so, feeling incredibly awkward as Brooke set her head to his chest and took
a selfie of her face on his chest, purposefully cutting out Nathaniel's
face from the shot.  She filtered the photo to give her pretty face a rosy
glow and posted it with the caption: 'Staying in #forthewin  (TM)¡ (TM)¡
(TM)¡'

   Nathaniel wasn't certain about how he felt being used as a pawn in
Brooke's passive-aggressive games, but he wanted to protect his little
sister and make her happy, so he tolerated it.

   "Trying to piss him off, Beav?"

   "I don't want him thinking he's the only one having fun or that I'm
sitting here crying for him."

   Nathaniel had enough sense not to point out that she kind of was, he
just took another drag on the joint and shrugged.  Brooke remained curled
against him and she draped the blanket over the both of them to keep warm.

   "Hey Nate?  Thanks for tonight, this is pretty cool." Brooke said
softly, wiggling her toes.

   "No sweat, Beav," Nathaniel smiled and leaned his head back and looked
up at the ceiling.  Brooke's phone buzzed and she read the message,
giggling wickedly.

   "He's pissed.  He said that I've just got one of my female friends to
stand in for a boy to make him jealous." Brooke's eyes gleamed with
pleasure as she took another drag of the joint.

   "Ignore it, Beavie.  He's an idiot and we have the second half of your
movie to watch." Nathaniel offered, stubbing the joint out in a mug he'd
brought downstairs for that purpose.

   "One more pic?  Him being pissed off at the dance will make my night."
Brooke asked, swinging her legs happily.

   "Beav..."

   "Just one?  I want him to know it's a guy."

   "What difference does that make?  He'll still know you're faking it."

   "Not if I take the right picture." Brooke said with an evil smirk.

   "Why do I have a feeling I'm not going to like this?"

   "Take your shirt off."

   "What?  No!  I'm not sending some teenager a pic of my pecs just to make
your boyfriend jealous.  That's weird, Beav."

   "You'll barely be in it.  Come on, you're in great shape, it's not like
you have anything to be ashamed of." Brooke whined, making Nathan roll his
eyes.

   "Will this really make you happy?"

   "More than anything right now."

   "Fine, but you owe me for this." Nathan grunted, pulling his shirt off
to display his muscular body and well-defined abs.  Brooke spread the
blanket on the floor and gestured for Nate to lay down.  He obeyed, resting
his head on his arms as he watched Brooke straddle him in little more than
a tiny shirt and booty shorts.  She raised her phone to take a video of
herself and then licked down his abs with her small, hot tongue without any
warning.

   Nathaniel gasped and his cock immediately surged without thinking about
her blood relation to him.  Her soft rear bumped against it, he could feel
her pussy lips against his dick as she posted the video with another pithy
caption.

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa.  That's enough play!" Nathaniel said sternly, picking
Brooke up by her small waist to set her down on the blanket next to him. 
His pyjama pants weren't hiding his rock hard erection so he bundled the
blanket on his lap before yanking his shirt back over his head.

   "I wasn't playing.  He won't believe it unless he can see it.  Thanks,
Nath.  I owe you one."

   "Yeah, well, warn me next time!" Nathaniel said, feeling flustered.  He
rubbed the back of his neck as he looked pleadingly at Brooke.  His younger
sister looked entirely unperturbed by the entire situation: there was no
way she hadn't felt his erection, but if she had she wasn't mentioning it.

   "I will, Nath," Brooke said meekly when she realised how upset her
brother actually was.  She took another sip of her beer, winced, and then
nodded her head toward the door.

   "Let's put on the rest of the movie and then you can choose one, okay? I
promise not to complain even if it's that dumb one with all the guns." She
offered generously as she tried to make amends.

   Nathaniel had a choice now: make a big deal out of it or accept the
olive branch she was offering.  Admittedly, it had been a fairly minor
offence, it had just surprised and embarrassed him to feel himself get hard
over it, especially in front of her.  He hadn't had sex in a couple of
months and nearly everything was turning him on.  That wasn't her fault.

   "Okay, Beav," he agreed, ruffling her soft hair.  They got back into the
blanket fort, Brooke laying on her tummy facing the TV with her chest on a
pillow and her head on her arms.  Nath grabbed an oversized pillow and
whacked it on top of her back, laying his head on it so he could watch TV
from the side, forming a sideways T with their bodies.

   "Your head is so heavy, Nath!" Brook groaned, wiggling her hips to try
and get comfortable.  Nath laughed and pinned her down using his head and
shoulders as a joke.

   "Do I hear my pillow complaining?" He chuckled, tickling her ribcage. 
She yelped with laughter and wiggled out from underneath the pillow,
lunging at him to go for his most ticklish spot: behind his knees. 
Nathaniel writhed against the ground, laughing as her little fingers found
his most ticklish spots.

   "Nooo, the pillow rebellion!" He laughed, throwing her off of him
lightly onto a pile of pillows .  He grabbed one of her legs to lock her in
place and began to tickle the arch of her delicate foot.  Brooke cried out,
laughing and writhing as her older brother broke out the tickle torture.

   "Stop!  Stop!  You're going to make me piss myself!" She giggled as she
thrashed about.

   "Maybe it'll remind you not to tickle me!" Nath grinned evilly, doubling
down on his tickling while she struggled to breathe as she laughed.  Her
phone eventually let her off the hook as it began to ring.  Nate released
her to let her take the call, but Brooke didn't answer right away.  She
looked at the caller ID and saw it was Cliff, and she frowned.

   "I'm not going to answer that."

   "Good choice," Nathaniel nodded, settling back down in the cosy blanket
fort with his sister.  This had actually been one of the better Valentine's
Days he'd had, he thought to himself.  Pizza, beer and weed?  Hell, even
had a pretty girl by his side, though admittedly it was his sister.  Still,
his friends would be envious - on more than one occasion it'd been implied
that the only thing that saved her from being rawed by half of his friends
was that she was his little sister.

   Brooke's phone started going off every few seconds after the call rang
off.  Cliff was pissed and he wanted her to know it.  Brooke opened up her
chat messenger and showed her brother the messages that she was being sent:

   > wtf

   > wtf you fucking slut

   > you have another guy over?

   > you stupid butch, answer your phone

   Autocorrect on the last message, Nate surmised.

   > I know you're there

   > I stg if you duck him were over

   > *fuck

   > ANSWER YOUR PHONE

   > lol you're so fake I bet you got some loser guy to let you do that and
he doesnt even like you

   "Hey, the last one hits kinda close to home," Nath joked.  Brooke had
called him a loser plenty of times but that was just sibling talk.

   "How should I respond?" Brooke looked at her older brother, biting her
bottom lip.

   "Well, depends if you want to stay with him or not.  I mean, I can't see
why you would, but if you don't care, tell him you're busy with your new
friend or whatever."

   < I'm busy.

   > what the fuck are you busy doing?

   < the guy who is here

   Nate's eyes widened when he saw Brooke's last message.  The last thing
he wanted was some highschool senior to come over looking for someone to
beat up because she'd taken things too far.  He could defend himself but
there would be questions and complications for his life that he didn't
need.

   "Maybe it's time to put the phone away, Beav." Nathan suggested,
squeezing her shoulder supportively.  "Nothing he says is going to be
constructive now."

   Nathaniel, as usual, was right.

   > you fucking liiiiarrrrrr

   > show me

   "No." Nathaniel said flatly, looking at his baby sister firmly.  He
didn't want her to get any ideas, even simulated sex with her would cross a
line.  Especially with photos - he didn't particularly relish the thought
of his genitals being saved forever in the Cloud somewhere.

   "I mean yeah, but what should I do?"

   "He doesn't need pics of you in compromising situations, Brooke.  He'll
just use them for blackmail." Nathaniel said firmly.

   "What if it's not a compromising situation?  What if I just show him my
butt?"

   "And mom and dad get a hold of the photo somehow?  You'll be in
trouble."

   "I'll send it in one of those self-destruct messages.  They can't be
screenshotted.  I can explain it was a prank or photoshopped even if he got
around it somehow.  Please?  You don't have to show off any more than
before.  I'll just get my butt out and you can take a pic of me on top of
you with my butt out and your hand on my hip so it looks like we're doing
stuff, but aren't.  No faces, just butts."

   "Brooke, as your older brother I really have to say no to this.  Cliff
is a jerk but is this really going to stop him?"

   Brooke was already typing away on her phone, trying to get the answer to
that.

   < im not lying.  If I show you will you go away forever?  You blew it
bigtime.

   > ofc I'm not gonna date some slut

   > show me, you liar

   > show me

   Brooke looked at Nathaniel and handed her phone to him.  Nathaniel
accepted the phone, wondering what strange reality he'd stepped in to.

   "You'll need to take the picture.  Thanks for helping me.  I owe you."

   "You owe me twice." Nathaniel said gruffly as he shifted his pyjama
pants down over his hips to give the illusion of nudity.  Brooke pulled her
hot pants off and Nathaniel closed his eyes as she got into position on
him. He needed every fibre of his willpower to keep his cock from reacting
to her warmth.  She sat down on his cock so her pussy wouldn't accidentally
be displayed and pulled her hair down from the bun so it cascaded down her
back.

   "Brooke, are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?"
Nathaniel asked breathlessly, paradoxically wanting this moment to be over
as quickly as possible and also to last forever.

   "Um duh.  Squeeze my butt and take the picture." Brooke laughed, her
other hand snaking behind her back to give the camera the finger. 
Nathaniel took a deep breath, reached out and, begging forgiveness from
whoever covered these sorts of sins, grabbed his baby sister's ass.  He
snapped a couple of photos, then realised they looked contrived and would
never pass muster.

   "Arch your back, Beav.  You look like you're just sitting on me at the
minute.  I'm gonna push my hips up a bit so it looks right.  Don't fall
off."

   Brook arched her back obediently Nathaniel pumped his hips up, tensing
his core and immediately the scene was transformed.  It was as lewd as it
could be without featuring actual sex or any identifying features.  It
truly looked like he was balls deep inside Brooke and that she was loving
it.  Strangely, he wasn't sure how that made him feel.

   Nathaniel snapped a few photos and handed the phone back to Brooke, who
remained where she was on her brother.  She giggled wickedly and sent the
death-kiss to her and Cliff's relationship as Nathaniel tried to think of
as many unsexy things as he could think of to keep himself from doing
something he'd regret.  Objectively, Brooke was hot and felt amazing on his
lap.  In reality, he was her older brother and shouldn't have even agreed
to this insanity in the first place.

   "There, all done." Brooke said pleasantly, looking more relaxed than she
had in hours.

   "Great, can you please get off of me?  I can't see the television."
Nathaniel joked, trying to make light of the situation.  He was at the end
of his rope as far as willpower was concerned and was already looking
forward to a furious masturbation session later in the shower to try and
quench the craving he had.

   "Huh?  Oh, um, yeah." Brooke blushed, slipping her little shorts back on
while she was on top of him to hide her pussy from view.  "Thanks, Nath."
She smiled, moving to lay beside him with her head on his shoulder.  That
wasn't a usual Brooke move but maybe she was feeling a little vulnerable.
He draped a blanket over her and patted her shoulder.

   "No sweat, Beav.  That definitely tops my list for weirdest shit I've
done in my life though." Nathaniel chuckled with a shrug.

   "What made it weird?"

   "Aside from the fact you're my sister?  Hmm, I dunno, Beaver." Nathaniel
rolled his eyes with a chuckle.

   "Yeah well there are plenty of people that do way worse to their sisters
online, you know."

   "Most of those people are actors and not real siblings, Beav.  Anyhow,
what're you doing looking that shit up?"

   Brooke shrugged and smiled, curling up against her older brother. 
Apparently whatever secrets she had she was going to keep, which was kind
of fine with him.  The beer and the weed had eased some bad decisions along
this night, but it was over now.  He could just relax and watch a movie in
the comfortable pillow fort Brooke had made.

   Nath focused on the movie while Brooke snuggled against him, one of her
slim hands on his muscular chest.  Again, unusual for Brooke but she had
just artfully broken up with her long-term boyfriend, so whatever.

   He could handle a clingy sister, or so he thought.

   Nathaniel decided to put a horror movie on as a change of pace and
relaxed back against the pillows with Brooke.  He could feel her soft
breathing in his ear and it was soothing.  She was safe and it was just
like when they were younger and she begged to stay up late to watch scary
movies with him.  He found himself relaxed, his mind drifting slightly to
the movie's beautiful heroine, when he felt a slight wetness on his neck
and Brooke's hand on his crotch.  He froze, his heart racing and stumbled
over his words.

   "I absolutely am not taking any more pictures, Beavie." Brooke looked at
him and smiled, shrugging.

   "This isn't for a picture, Nath," Brooke said softly, leaning forward to
kiss her brother on the lips.  Her lips were sweet and yielding and
Nathaniel fought himself for control as her hand began to tug on his cock.

   "Brooke, what the fuck?" He said gruffly, though he didn't remove her
hand.

   ***

   "Calm down, it's not like I haven't given a handjob before," Brooke
laughed, rolling her eyes.  Her hand snaked into his pyjama pants and she
started to stroke his cock in earnest, looking her brother deeply in his
eyes.  Nathaniel let out a groan, his cock surging to meet his sister's
touch.

   "I saw your face when you saw my pussy today on the stairs.  At first I
didn't know how to feel about that but when you got hard after the first
picture, I realised that it was kind of hot.  You'd never ask for this for
yourself so consider me doing you a favour." Brooke giggled, her hand
moving rapidly in his pyjama pants, milking his cock with surprising
expertise.

   "Brooke, we can't," Nate gasped, his cock throbbing in her hand.  "We're
related.  It's wrong."

   "I'm on the pill.  It'll be our secret," Brooke giggled, kissing her
older brother.  Nathaniel's resolve broke and he pulled his baby sister
against him, kissing her furiously as his ragingly hard erection pumped in
her soft hand.

   "Our secret," Nathaniel echoed, pulling her top off to caress and suck
her hot young breasts as she jacked him off.  "Can I touch you, down
there?" He asked shyly, licking her little nipples as she stroked his
length and teased his full balls.

   "I'd be insulted if you didn't," Brooke giggled and moaned as her
brother rolled on top of her, spreading her legs gently with his strong
hands.  He rubbed himself between her legs through the fabric of their
pyjamas, her little short shorts already damp with pussy juices.

   "I want to kiss you down there, Beav.  I want to see what my little
sister tastes like." Nathaniel groaned, ripping her shorts and panties to
the side.  He inhaled the sweet scent of her hot cunt and growled happily
before jamming his tongue into her virgin pussy.

   Brooke screamed and arched her back, her slim thighs trembling as
Nathaniel ate her cunt like a fine delicacy.  He breathed heavily through
his nose like a bull in rut, wanting to bury himself deep inside her pussy
or her ass.  He wondered if she would let him fuck her.  He knew he
shouldn't, but when they'd gone this far already what did it matter?

   "Nath, I was doing this for your pleasure," Brooke gasped, her soft cunt
a river between her thighs as her brother lovingly licked her.  "Do you
want me to make you come?  You can come all over my tits."

   "Fuck yeah I want you to make me come.  Brooke, you're so fucking hot
and beautiful, I want to make you come too, baby.  Hearing a woman come
makes me come so fast." He told her, licking her little pussy happily as
her juices dripped into his mouth.

   "Climb on top of me and sit on my face.  You can suck my dick while I
eat your pretty cunt out."

   Brooke didn't take any convincing, she undressed fully and moved to sit
on her brother's face.  She felt beautiful and powerful as she saw how hard
she had made his big cock.  She began to kiss and lick her sibling's shaft,
moaning happily as she rubbed her smooth young body and soft tits against
him.

   Nathaniel's mind was blown: Brooke loved cock and not just any cock, her
own brother's cock.  It was so wrong but he didn't want it to stop.  He
licked her hungrily, being careful with his fingers not to deflower her
prematurely.  He spread her little pink pussy and gazed at its perfection
before sucking gently on her perfectly plump outer lips, kissing them as he
toyed with her pussy.

   "Oh yeah, suck it, baby," Nathaniel groaned, pushing his sister's head
down on his shaft.  Her pussy twinged happily as he used her a little more
roughly and that made him smirk.

   "Apparently I have a kinky baby sister," he laughed.

   "This is how I've always wanted to be treated." Brooke said happily.  It
explained why she was with Cliff, given the fact he was a major asshole,
but Nathaniel could and would show her better than that.  He pushed her
head down again and began to fuck her mouth earnestly, pumping his hot cock
between his sibling's lips, her saliva coating his length as he choked her
lightly with his smooth cocktip.

   "Suck it, baby.  That's right, ooh, your mouth is so sweet to fuck. 
You're gonna make me come down your throat if you keep that up," he moaned
as he buried his face in her soaked slit, licking up her pussy juices. 
Brooke squealed and squirmed, but her head skills were impressive and soon
Nathan was reduced to moaning into his sister's cunt as he ate her out.

   Nate could tell Brooke was getting close by the way her body tensed and
writhed and it made him so hard.  There was something darkly taboo about
being the one to make his younger sister come but he was quickly learning
to love it.  His tongue swirled around her little lovehole, drinking her
honey directly from the source.  Brooke arched her back and with a tiny,
adorable whimper, came against Nathaniel's mouth, stifling her moans by
deepthroating Nate's twitching shaft.  Her entire body shook with pleasure
and her pussy clenched tight rhythmically while he licked her tenderly.

   Nate couldn't resist it anymore, he cried out and started to come down
his sister's throat, flooding her mouth with his hot, sticky semen.  Brooke
was a swallower, apparently, judging by the eager way she sucked every drop
of come out of his cock.  She moaned in delight as Nate kissed her little
pussy and she swallowed her sibling's seed, licking her lips with relish.

   "Ohmigawd that was goooood," Broke moaned, panting happily as she lay on
top of Nate.  He normally liked to cuddle after sex, but did this count? 
What would Brooke want?  He rested his arms loosely on her lower back,
wanting to hold her but not sure if that would make things weird...  well,
more weird than sixty-nine with a sibling, anyhow.

   "You certainly know how to suck cock, Beavie.  You drained my balls
dry." Nate smirked, pinching her pert ass affectionately.  Brooke giggled
and nuzzled her brother, her eyes sparkling as she lay cosily in his arms.

   "I hope I didn't drain them completely.  I was kinda hoping you could
take my virginity tonight.  I really want it to be you, Nath." Brooke said
breathlessly, looking her brother deep in the eyes, her bottom lip
trembling as she expressed her innermost desires.

   "Fuck, Brookie you know I shouldn't.  What we just did was like, majorly
bad.  Fucking you would be like..."

   "Like what?" Brooke asked stubbornly, looking hurt.

   Nathaniel let out a deep sigh and kissed her forehead, before mumbling
his reply.

   "Probably amazing, and I'm scared that if I do it once I'll never want
to stop.  That's fucked up, isn't it?"

   "Only if I wanted you to stop.  Why should we?  As long as we're
careful...  no one else needs to know.  You're never going to find someone
who loves you as much as I do, Nath." Brooke pointed out as she kissed
across her brother's chest.

   "Plus I know you care about me enough to pop my cherry right, not just
pump and dump me.  Please fuck me, Nathaniel?" Brooke whined, giving him
puppy eyes.

   "Brooke, what if you really like it?  What if I really like it?"

   "I know I will love it and I hope you do too," Brooke said earnestly. 
"Like, I don't want this to be a one-time-only thing."

   "Brooke...  really?"

   "Really really.  Please, Nath?  Please take my virginity?"

   Nathaniel groaned and nodded, picking his sister up and cradling her to
his chest as he rubbed her ass tenderly.

   "Fine, but not here.  Let's use the big bed upstairs," he whispered to
her, carrying her through the house to their parent's bedroom.  They had
the only queen-sized bed in the house and Nathaniel wasn't in the mood to
debate whether boning his sister in the same place his dad boned his mom
was more or less weird than using one of their childhood bedrooms.

   ***

   Brooke lay down on the bed after throwing her clothes off onto the
ground and spread her slim legs to expose her virgin pussy for her brother.
She was already wet, her plump outer lips shiny with her juices.  Nathaniel
stood at the edge of the bed, stroking his cock as he watched his hot
little sister play with her beautiful cunt.

   "That's right, spread your legs for me and let me see you, Brookie," he
groaned, his dark pink tip dripping with his musky precome.  Brooke started
playing with her own tits, likely something the high school girl had
learned from porn.  One thing that she was going to learn about directly
from him was lube.  Spit didn't count in a tight virgin hole, and he wanted
Brooke to have a good time and not just because the prospect of having his
little sister as a fucktoy appealed to him greatly.

   Nathaniel took the brave step of checking his parent's bedside table and
found a suitable lubricant.  He began slicking it onto his cock as he met
eyes with his sister.  An evil smile spread over his lips: her pussy was
about to be destroyed by him, regardless of how gentle he was.

   "Come here, baby," Nathaniel said, getting her to wiggle down to the end
of the bed.  He made out with her passionately, bouncing her softly on his
lap while he crouched, slipping her cunt back and forth on his rigid shaft.
He held her ass and kissed his sister deeply, their tongues entwining
passionately as he humped against her, teasing her hot cunt.

   Nate slowly began to enter his younger sister, his tip spreading her
virgin hole.  Nate groaned when he felt how tight and warm she was, it was
even better than he'd imagined.

   "It's going to be too big, Nate!" Brooke whimpered when she felt his tip
begin to enter her as the siblings kissed and fondled each other.

   "I'm your brother, we're meant to fit together.  Don't be scared," he
whispered against her lips lewdly as he pulled her down more on his bulging
cock.  He didn't know if he believed it, but the thought that his sister
had been made for his pleasure and he for hers was incredibly sexy.

   "I won't hurt you, Beavie.  Open up and let me make you into a woman."
He coaxed her as he thrust softly at her tight teenage fuckhole.

   Brooke moaned and kissed her brother, letting his hard cock slide deep
inside her hole and take her virginity.  Brooke whimpered as she felt her
brother's cock, as rigid and thick as a truncheon, pushing deeper into her
cunt and belly.

   "It's big!" Brooke gasped, her body trembling, which made her little
tits look amazing.  Nathaniel slowed and kissed Brooke tenderly, his
muscular body resting protectively against hers.  He took the time to calm
his sister, cupping her breasts as he licked along her collarbone and
nipples, whispering words of loving encouragement to her.  His cock was
leaking precome inside her soft pink hole and the thought thrilled him.

   "It's okay, Brookie.  I want this to feel good for you.  Relax for me,
honey," Nate told her, his cock twitching inside of her, aching to fuck her
hot hole and spurt his fertile seed inside of her.

   "I'm trying," Brooke whimpered, spreading her legs further.  Nathaniel
reached for the lube and put some on his fingertips before reaching down
between Brooke's legs and starting to tease her clit as he kissed her. 
Brooke gasped and arched her back, which pushed more of her brother's big
cock inside of her.

   "Oooh that feels so good," she squealed in delight, grabbing a pillow so
she could bite down on it.  Nathaniel smiled and teased her clit as he
began to fuck her lovingly again, slowly sliding his shaft deeper inside of
her welcoming pussy as he took his younger sister's virginity.

   Nathaniel gripped her thighs hard and pushed deep, groaning as he felt
his sister's hot pussy around his dick fully.  Her tight cunt felt better
than any toy.  It was so wrong but so right, no other pussy had ever come
close to feeling this amazing.

   "Oh baby, that's it.  Let me fuck you and open up your tight little
hole," he cooed at her as she cried out, struggling slightly with his size
when he was fully inside of her.  He pumped his hips against her hot cunt
and drew himself out before pushing himself deep again with a satisfied
groan.

   "Nath!" Brooke screamed, arching her back.  Her cunt was gripping him
like he needed a milking, though she was soaking down onto the bedclothes.
Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was messy and Nate thought she had
never looked more beautiful.

   "It feels fucking amazing.  Fuck me, Nate!" She begged her brother,
looking at him with pure lust in her eyes.

   Brooke had decided to surprise her brother by showing him that she could
easily get her feet behind her head.  Nate ogled at the display, grabbed
her ass and started hammering her pussy ferociously, using her cunt for his
pleasure now that she was nice and opened up for him.

   "You like when your brother fucks you?  You get hot when you feel my
cock inside you?" Nathaniel growled in her ear as he pounded her sweet cunt
mercilessly.  Brooke's moans were soft and low as she submitted to her
brother, but the lewd, slutty look on her face told him everything he
needed to know.

   Nathaniel concentrated on his sister's clit as he fucked her furiously,
his cock smoothing its own way with an obscene amount of precome.  He felt
so horny that he was leaking and all he could focus on was making sure his
little sister came while he took her virginity.

   "I love it," Brooke said breathlessly, her toes wiggling above her head.
"This is so hot."

   Nathaniel agreed, kissing Brooke deeply as he hilted inside of her,
pushing as hard as he could to make sure every inch of him was inside her
young cunt.  He pulled her hair to get her to face him, kissing her hotly
and licking her lips afterward.  His balls were tingling from the way he
was trying to restrain himself from exploding in Brooke's tight little
fuckhole.  His fingers swirled around her clit faster and he began to time
it with his thrusts to further increase her pleasure.

   "Ugh, Nath, I'm gonna come!" Brooke screamed as she panted with
pleasure. She had a glazed, slutty look in her eyes and Nathaniel smiled,
shoving his prick as deep as it would go into his younger sister's slit.

   "Come on my dick, Beavie.  I want you to milk the come from my cock with
your hot puss.  I wanna come inside your pussy so bad, baby." He groaned,
pulling all they way out teasingly and then slamming back inside of her.

   Brooke screamed in pleasure and came hard, her pussy jerking his cock
off from the inside.  Her entire body shook as she came, scratching her
fingers down his chest.  Nathaniel groaned and grabbed her hips, using her
lewdly now as she came around his hot prick.

   "I'm gonna come in you, baby.  Tell me you want my come."

   "I want my brother to fuck my hole and fill me with his hot come," she
cooed at him with a mischievous smirk.  "Please, Nath?  Use my pussy?"

   "How could I ever resist my sister's sweet request?" He teased her
before roaring as he unleashed a hot, sticky load inside of her.  He felt
rope after rope of his fertile seed paint her soft pussy from the inside,
gushing up against her cervix.  His thighs trembled as she milked him, his
tip trying to squeeze as much come into her as possible.  He held his
sister down as he came inside of her, groaning her name over and over as he
spurted.

   Brooke smiled and moved her legs to wrap them around her brother's hips
to keep him where he was and with all of his seed stored in her pussy.

   "Mmm, Nathaniel that felt so hot.  I'm so full of your come!"

   "I never knew how much I wanted that until I was already coming in you.
You drained me well and truly this time, Beavie."

   Brooke smiled with pride and kissed her brother deeply, letting him rest
on top of her with his dick deep inside of her.  She ran her fingers
through her brother's hair affectionately.

   "Well, I can wait 'til tomorrow to be fucked again, I guess." Brooke
giggled.  Nathaniel gaped at her, raising both eyebrows in shock.  She
wanted her older brother to fuck her again?

   Brooke mistook his shock and blushed.

   "Unless you want it sooner?"

   "I want it when you want it, Brookie.  I just didn't think you'd want it
again.  You know, considering the circumstances."

   "So what?  That makes it kind of hotter.  Like, so what if we're
siblings?"

   "No one can find out."

   "Well yeah, there's that.  But no one will find out that we're fucking,
Nath.  How would they?" Brooke asked, smiling up at her older brother who
was still balls-deep inside his precious slut of a baby sister.

   "Well, one way is hearing Brooke screamin' all the way from downstairs,"
a highly amused voice broke in.  Nathaniel gasped in horror, covering
Brooke protectively as he turned to see who was in the doorway.  It was his
father's brother: Uncle Ryan.




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