Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

My orgasm wriggled out of me. My whole body shook in little spasms of pleasure. My eyes, my arms, my legs. I slowly came back to consciousness.

“Wow,” Kevin said.

I saw he’d stopped licking me. Was watching me from between my legs, like looking at a piece of art. Glorious and glorifying.

“Wow is right,” I said, then started to giggle. I’d cum so hard, I felt a little broken. I pulled my brother up so I could kiss him, and he let me. I tasted something salty on his lips and I realized it was me.

“Did I do OK?” Kevin asked, strangely self-conscious.

“Way more than OK,” I told him.

“You’re incredible, Jacey,” he said, “Thank you.”

“For letting you give me the best orgasm of my life?” I asked, almost laughing again. “Don’t worry about it.”

We lay in bed for a bit, appreciating each other. I felt my brother’s cock pressing against my thigh. I realized I needed to return the favor. I slid my hand down and held his hardness. It felt so full in my palm. Masculine and strong, yet also strangely approachable. I never wanted to let go.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” Kevin said.

“But I want to,” I said, “You made me feel good. I want to return the favor.”

“I appreciate it,” Kevin said, “I don’t want it to feel… what’s the word? Like a business exchange?”

“Transactional,” I said.

“Yes, that,” Kevin said, “Besides, I’m sure you want to get back to studying. I’ve already taken up too much of your time.”

I sat up in bed and stared over at my desk. Sure enough, my stack of texts, my special study notebook, were all sitting there, waiting expectantly. It was strange, but for the first time, I didn’t have the urge to even look that way. Like, seeing all that stuff, I wasn’t exactly sure what I was supposed to do with it. Read it, I guess? But why?

“That can wait,” I said, “I want to take care of you.”

I slid under the covers, grinning like a fool. There was my brother’s hardness, all purple and pulsing. I gave him a couple of setup strokes, then opened my mouth and let him slip inside.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

Feeling his hardness on my tongue was like nothing I’d ever experienced before. He felt hotter, fuller than I’d expected. But it was more than the physical. There was a larger connection there. An emotional whirlwind of desire and need. I’d given head before, of course. But it was nothing like this. And again, I wondered at what I’d actually been doing all these years.

I slurped up and down my brother’s cock. Tasting and testing at what he liked. I used my fist too, gripping just enough to let the skin slide up and down on his shaft. Tongue and fingers. Mouth and palm. All working together to bring my brother to release.

Release. His end. I’d never wanted something so badly. I wanted my brother to feel the same pleasure he’d given me. I knew I could never make it so good. But a fraction, a sliver — it would have to be enough.

My brother’s cock swelled. He let out a hitching sob. Hot, slippery liquid burst into my mouth. It caught my throat, and I choked. Coughed. I steered his dick downward so his load would dump over my tongue. That was so much better.

Again, my brain tried to betray me. I’m swallowing my sibling’s spend. My baby brother’s baby batter is going in my tummy. If it was supposed to shame me, it didn’t work. It only fueled me all the more.

Hungrily, I gulped down my brother’s cum till there was nothing left. Then I licked him clean, lovingly. Like caring for something precious and perfect. Which, of course, it was.

His fingers were in my hair. He gently tugged me upwards. Same as before, we kissed. I had some of his cum on my lips, but he didn’t care.

“That was amazing,” Kevin said.

“I did ok?” I asked. It mattered to me so much for some reason.

“A-plus,” Kevin said with a teasing smirk.

He knew that I’d take that.

*

Our day had been so full, we’d gone straight to dinner time without even noticing.

We both stumbled downstairs and raided the kitchen for what we could find. Neither of us could be called a good cook, but we boiled the crap out of some water and Kraft Mac and Cheese isn’t the worst thing in the world. Honestly, I needed the carbs after everything we’d done.

“I guess you’ll want to go back to studying now,” Kevin said. He couldn’t keep the pout from his voice.

I got up and started clearing our empty bowls.

“Why, what would you like to do?” I asked.

“We could watch a movie?”

“I’m sorry, Kevin,” I said, “I need to get back to it.”

He nodded, understanding.

After we cleaned up the kitchen, I went up to my bedroom. The whole way, I tried not to think about how I’d spent my day. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

What had I done? What were we doing? Had we rolled into a onetime thing? Or was this far more permanent? Was I in a relationship with my little brother? That didn’t seem right. But I was struggling to see it any other way.

In the shower, that one time, it could be explained away. A mistake in the moment. Emotionally charged and out of control. But then we’d woken up naked in bed together and done it all again. Done more. That was less easy to explain. Once can be an accident. But twice is a choice.

Even that, I could live with it. The problem wasn’t what we’d done already. It was what I knew, in my heart, I still wanted. That was the issue — so thorny it scratched me up inside. Yet those same spines had lodged in me so deep, it’d shred me to get them out.

I sat down at my desk and stared at the pile of books. The whole day I’d been planning to have was so far gone, I couldn’t retrace the shape of it. I reached for a text. Just opening the cover felt like an impossible weight. The words were out of focus. Getting through a sentence, all I could think about was all the other things I’d rather be doing in that moment.

I went to the top of the stairs. Kevin was on the couch, staring blankly at the TV.

“Movie sounds great,” I said. I bounded down to cuddle with him on the couch.