I Love My Brother

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Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Ma/ft, Romantic, NonConsensual, Reluctant, Heterosexual, Incest, Brother, Sister, First, Masturbation, Pregnancy, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: "I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart. My name is Beth. Let me tell you my story..."

I love my brother. I can admit it freely. You may judge me, but I know what is right in my heart.

My name is Beth. Let me tell you my story...


I was almost 17 when it started. I was in the change room at my school and heard some girls in the corner giggling, looking at something on the wall. When I got close I realized they were looking through a small hole, and on the other side was the boys' change room!

I hung back, deliberately dressing slowly until the lunch bell rang. Once everyone had left I knelt down and had my own look through the hole.

There, before me, was the first naked male body I had ever seen! The hole in the wall was small but it allowed me to see the side of the boy's toned midsection and his beautiful hard cock as he stroked it in the shower. I guessed that all of the other boys had left for lunch and he had stayed behind to whack off.

It was the first penis I had ever seen, and it was beautiful. Based on what I know now I realize it was a little above average in length, and not thick, but not thin either. It looked just right.

As I watched the boy stroke himself I felt an itching between my legs. I changed from kneeling to squatting and then snaked my hand under my skirt. I found that I was quite wet down there, watching this boy pleasure himself.

I moved the crotch of my panties aside and started to play with my clit. After a minute or so I pushed a couple of fingers inside my pussy a little. They went in easy; I had never been so wet before.

I imagined the boy's hard cock slipping into my wet, virginal depths, and I thrust my fingers inside myself in time with each of his strokes, mindful of my maidenhead.

I could feel my orgasm build. It was going to be big. The boy's hand started to move faster, faster...

White cream exploded from the tip of the boy's cock and I heard him grunt. I had already been fantasizing about that cock being inside me, and seeing it spurt like that made me wonder how it would feel for that gush of semen to splash my insides. I came hard on my fingers, gasping, almost losing my balance. I somehow managed to keep my eye lined up with the peephole, watching as smaller, weaker spurts of cum erupted from that cock.

Finally, both of us were spent. I had experienced the strongest orgasm of my young life, and I hadn't even seen my fantasy lover's face! I kept watching as the boy finished his shower and walked away from the peephole. His ass was tight, with no fat showing anywhere. 'Turn, ' I broadcasted my thoughts at him. 'Turn!'

He toweled his hair dry and finally turned enough so I could see his face. I gasped. It was Avery, my big brother!

But you knew that already, didn't you? If the title of this story wasn't enough, the preamble should have made it pretty obvious. This is an incest story, and you're still reading, so you must be okay with it. Maybe you're even turned on? I know I am. I masturbate often, thinking of that day.

The day that I became obsessed with my brother and his magnificent cock.


I was confused by my feelings at the time. He was my brother! You're not supposed to want to have sex with family! But we love our family, right, and married couples love each other, and they have sex... ?

I was pretty messed up.

That year was my brother's last in high school, and it was only a month before the summer break started. I waffled back and forth between guilt, shame, and lust, but didn't act on my feelings before he went off on summer vacation with friends, followed by his moving to college.


He sent emails and called on weekends. I was still masturbating almost every night thinking about his gorgeous body and hard cock.

Finally, a boy in school asked me out during our last year in high school and we dated for a bit. I only said yes because he kind of reminded me of my brother. After a few months I was ready. We parked in a secluded area and had sex.

It was awkward, with the lack of space in the back seat and making sure the condom was on right. His cock was actually kind of disappointing compared to Avery's, but I let him put it inside me. It hurt when my cherry popped but we managed to keep going. I didn't cum but he did, way too soon. All in all, it was nothing compared to the fantasy of my brother.

I broke up with him a few days later. He asked if it was because he wasn't good at "doing it" and I didn't say no.


Time passed. I didn't date anyone else. I graduated from high school and then it was Summer again.

And then fate, beautiful, wonderful fate, gave me my chance.

I was almost 18 and my parents informed me that they were going on vacation ... without kids ... in Hawaii! They had already discussed this with Avery and he was going to stay with me until they got back in 2 weeks.

I was filled with mixed emotions. On one hand I was disappointed to not be able to go to Hawaii ... on top of that, my parents thought I couldn't take care of myself for 2 weeks?! But those feelings were overshadowed by my delight at being alone in the house with Avery for all that time!


When Avery arrived home I jumped into his arms.

"Avery!" I yelled, holding on tight, wrapping my arms and legs around him.

"Hey squirt," he said as he dropped his bags and gave me a warm hug.

I pulled back and pouted. "I'm not a squirt; I'm a grown woman now." I crossed my arms under my breasts, which were stretching out the front of my t-shirt.

He eyed my boobs for a moment, and then quickly looked away. "Guess you are," he murmured. "How are you, Beth?"

I smiled, having caught him scoping my newly grown rack. "Better now," I said mysteriously, and then skipped away.


I didn't really know how I would make my intentions known to Avery. He would glance at my shapely chest, butt, and legs in my t-shirt and shorts every once in a while as we prepared dinner. Would he make the first move if I kept showing off my goods? I didn't know. I never had to seduce anyone before. My ex-boyfriend had initiated everything.


We watched a romantic movie the first night (my idea), and I asked him to rub my neck because I lied and said I had pulled a muscle. As his strong hands worked my neck and shoulder muscles I could feel my nipples hardening. I moaned softly.

He worked on my neck until the movie ended, and then he stretched and said he was tired from the long drive from his college. We went to bed, separately.


I was frustrated, lying in my bed one room away from my sexy brother. I was usually able to masturbate thinking about that one and only time I had seen his cock, but with him so close it was no longer about fantasy; I wanted the reality!

Finally, I threw off the covers, donned a big t-shirt, and crept out into the hall. I could hear him softly snoring in his room. I quietly opened his door and padded to his bed. There was no change in his snoring pattern.

I then slipped between the sheets. If he woke up I would just tell him I had a bad dream and didn't want to sleep alone.

Carefully, I placed my palm on his chest and felt the definition of his muscles, toned through years of playing football in school, and now in college.

I let my hands slowly wander downward, making sure I stayed aware of his breathing. No change. My mouth had gone dry.

My hand brushed his penis, and then I deftly grasped it. It wasn't hard but it was warm. It jumped a little at my touch but his breathing didn't change.

I slowly, carefully, started to stroke my brother's penis. I could feel it start to harden almost immediately. I was amazed at how fast it filled up with blood, and soon I had in my hand that magnificent cock that I had fantasized about for over a year.

My pussy was throbbing. I could feel the moisture from it dampening my thighs. With my other hand I pulled my t-shirt up a bit and rubbed my clit with my finger.

It still wasn't good enough. I needed his cock to touch me ... to touch me down there. I moved closer to him, my face in his neck, and directed the head of his cock to my clitoris.

It felt good. The warmth of his body and the fact that it was Avery's cock touching me in so intimate a place gave me the shivers. It felt good but it still wasn't enough.

I shifted up a little and then moved my hips forward. With a little work, I managed to nudge the head of my brother's cock between my pussy lips.

It felt wonderful. I needed more!

I started to rub my clit and roll my hips as I ran my other hand up and down his shaft. I managed to get a little more of his cock inside me. Unlike my first boyfriend, Avery's cock was a good size, and I could feel my vagina stretching around it as I managed to slip it inside me bit by bit.

This was becoming awkward and I didn't want to wake Avery, so I stopped rolling my hips and concentrated on the sensation of a couple inches of my brother's wonderful cock inside me as I stroked it and rubbed my clit. It felt GOOD!

Unbeknownst to me, though, Avery had whacked off before dropping off to sleep, which is why he was sleeping so soundly. There was still a little bit of semen remaining in his urethra. My stroking of his cock had slowly coaxed that dangerous liquid up his shaft, and now it started to drip out the tip, which was embedded a couple of inches inside my hot and ready vagina.

How could I know that, you ask? Well, aren't you the smarty pants? Shush.

I was really close now, and quickly rubbed my clit, faster, faster...

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