Wild Sex Tales(Erotica)

And finally, my brother’s peak. His vulnerable little grunt as I took him over the top, his salty essence squirting lovely on my tongue. His hot, hard cock swelling, bursting, then slowly going soft.

All of that combined to make me CUM so hard I saw stars. My legs and fingers tight enough to snap. My pussy squeezing hard. Eyes rolled back. A long, low (embarrassing if I’m honest), “AAAAAAAUUUUUUUgggggggggghhhhhhhh” bursting from my lips as the orgasm grabbed hold and ground me down to nothing.

I found myself lying on the floor. Panting. My brother staring over at me. His expression a wonderful mix of satiation and want. Attraction and anxiety. Pure, undaunted lust and the purity of sibling affection.

Fuck. Me.

So yeah, I didn’t get any studying done on Sunday, either.

*

My parents came home that night, and we all had dinner together. They asked how our weekend went and Kevin and I shared a dirty look. The sickening twist in my stomach — that horrible feeling of guilt and remorse — only made me horny. Dammit.

But my parents’ arrival served as a final period on the end of that rambling, run-on, incestuous sentence my brother and I had been writing. We shared glances. Little accidental touches. But nothing more.

The following week felt like the person who binge-watches the story of my life accidentally leaned on the skip button. It wasn’t that things sped by, exactly. More like, everything seemed to be happening outside myself. I’d never gotten high, but I felt high anyway. Everything felt fuzzy. A bit skewed.

I preferred winding down with reading, yet whenever I tried to pick up a book, I found myself doomscrolling my Twitter feed. Instead of my usual diet of documentaries and PBS shows, I got hooked on some silly reality thing on Bravo. Rather than my usual day spent learning, I found myself wandering around the neighborhood, enjoying the scenery around me.NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

Kevin and I were both busy with our own lives, so we didn’t see each other. Yet, it didn’t feel like we were distant. If anything, I felt closer to my little brother than ever before. I thought of him, constantly. Everything I encountered reminded me of him in some way.

So yeah, I didn’t study. Didn’t review my notes or even crack open a book. I just let the hours race by, like there was nothing but time in the world and I needed to spend it as wastefully as possible.

By Wednesday afternoon, right before the test, I was conscious enough to know I’d screwed up. By Thursday I was aware enough to feel guilty about my wasted weekend. Finally, on Friday, when the test results were posted — that’s when cold, hard reality finally kicked back in.

Still when I looked at the screen and saw my grade, that didn’t make it any less shocking. My whole life, I’d looked for steep angles and sharp points. Hard, perpendicular lines that formed my forever mark of success.

But what I saw instead was this strange curvy thing. All lumpy and rounded. Misshapen and odd looking, like someone had strapped a couple pillows to a lamppost: B.

Not even a B, actually, a B-. How that little stupid line could make it all so much worse I can’t explain. But it did. B was for better. Build. Bright. B-, well, there’s no word that starts that way. It’s just an ugly mark on the page.

I told myself it wasn’t bad. That one grade on one test wasn’t going to be even slightly noticeable in my final GPA, let alone my ability to achieve my dreams. B is for bump. A little thing, truly, that’s easily overcome.

By the time I’d closed my laptop, I was ashamed. When I got back to my car to leave the school, I was freaking out. And so, when 2am rolled around and I finally found my way back home, I was drunk. Very, very drunk.

Like a lot of things around that time, I’d tumbled into it. On my drive home from getting my grade, I called one of my closest friends at school, another pre-med girl named Brooke. In confidence, I told her that I hadn’t done as well on the test as I wanted. She’d given me a disbelieving snort, but she was a good friend and stayed supportive.

Brooke knew about a frat party happening that night on campus and, in my weakness, I agreed. I turned my car around and headed to Brooke’s place. We pregamed at her dorm room before we headed over. I’d been to a few of those things, and they were all the same. Loud music. Louder bros. They even had the little red Solo cups.

I told myself to be careful. That a frat party was not a good place to lose control. I got sloshed anyway. The dizzying effects of the week before and that awful, ugly grade combined to help me throw caution to the wind.

Fortunately, Brooke had my back. As soon as she realized I’d had more than enough, she grabbed my arm and helped me limp back out into the cool, night air. The stars bright; the ground spinny. I think I threw up in a bush. I’m not totally sure about that part.

If this all sounds a bit unclear, that’s probably because it was for me, as well. A lot of these are details that other people filled in for me later. Apparently, Brooke tried to bring me back to her dorm room to sleep it off, but I vehemently refused. So, instead, my friend dumped me into her car and drove me home.

*

If that part before is a bit dim, the rest of it is straight up dark.

All I know is, I woke up in my brother’s bed. Both of us completely naked. I blinked myself back to consciousness. His strong arm wrapped around my middle. Like the world’s best safety belt. His hardness pressed into the cleft of my ass. His warm lips brushing the back of my neck.

“Hey,” he said, feeling me stir.

“Did we?” I felt around my body, like I was going to be able to find evidence that I’d, once again, fooled around with my younger sibling.

“No,” Kevin said, kindly. “Your friend Brooke dropped you off. I got the door before you woke Mom and Dad. As soon as you saw me, you dragged me to bed. Then you passed out. You snore like a horse, by the way.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“It’s cute,” he said, “Like cuddling with Mr Ed.”

“Wha…?”

“It’s an old TV show,” Kevin said, “Doesn’t matter. You OK?”

“I fucked up on my test,” I said.

“Oh. Well that’s OK. It’s only one thing, Jacey. You don’t want to know how many exams I’ve messed up.”

I turned back to give my brother a withering look. The expression on his face was so adorable, I could barely hold my disdain before finally smiling, instead. My brother was such a hottie. I mean, you know, for a brother.

“I just mean, like, I’m still here, right?” Kevin said. He did that cute thing where he ran his fingers through his thick brown curls. “Tests are important. I get that. But in the grand scheme of things? It’s not life or death.”

I chewed my lip. I wanted to make a smart-ass response, but my head ached from all the alcohol. And the strange, alluring scent that was filling my nose. Clean and masculine. My brother’s body pressed against mine. His hardness against my backside.

I rolled onto my back. Kevin was on his side. He looked down at me lovingly. He traced his fingers up my bare flank. My traitorous little pussy leaked out warm honey.

Oh fuck.

“So anyway, no, to answer your question, we didn’t do anything,” Kevin said.

His strong hands danced around my skin. They felt so hot, I shivered.

“But,” my brother continued, “I can’t help but notice we’re both naked now.”