Changing Dynamics
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Story 2, Part 3 - I am a Whore
Erotica Sex Story: Story 2, Part 3 - I am a Whore - Changing Dynamics is a series of short stories about first time incest, which leads to a change in the dynamics of family. In the first story, a virgin gets a special graduation present from Mom. In the second story, a whore is born. Third story has a married woman's brother creating incestuous videos. Final story has a daughter teasing her Dad until the tables get turned.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Ma/ft Consensual Romantic Heterosexual Fiction Tear Jerker Incest Father Daughter BDSM Group Sex Anal Sex Cream Pie First Masturbation
There’s just the slightest of delays. “I do. More than a brother should, but it doesn’t make it wrong. I can’t control who I love.”
His words jar something in me I never knew was there or blocked out long ago. He’s not the only one who has always loved like that. Now that the truth of my own feelings has been made clear to me, I have to tell him.
It isn’t easy, but I do manage to find my voice. “I’m glad you told me, Wallie. I love you, too. It was as if it had been locked away within me but had always been there. Make love to me.”
As much as I want to kiss him, there’s something I want more. I take the condom and drop it on the floor before guiding him to the bed without concerning myself with protection. Somehow, it wouldn’t feel right to make him wear one.
The blanket’s comfortable as I fall back to the mattress and part my legs for him. Wallie gets on top, which sends pleasant signals through my body. His thighs press between my legs as I reach down to touch the head, which feels far more pleasant than it should.
I guide him in with no rush from him. Our eyes lock together as he slowly enters. I can feel his amazing sensation inch by inch. My hands move to his ass as he keeps himself propped up above me. To feel him like this is unlike any experience I’ve ever had. It could be committing incest has taken me harder than I ever thought it could, but it has nothing to do with him being my brother. We love each other deeply, which is where the pleasure arises from.
His movements are slow and purposeful to increase my pleasure with even the slightest movement. Wallie’s no stranger to sex, which is a little surprising considering his inability to speak to girls and women. I thought he was a virgin, but glad I was wrong.
I’ve lost track of just how many men I’ve had sex with, but none were like this. There’s an intensity I’ve never known as I make love with my brother. Of all the things I’ve done, I’ve never made love to anyone before.
We’re in perfect rhythm with each other as my hands grip and pull with him. His control is incredible as pleasure reaches new heights. I’m nowhere near ready for an orgasm and know he can’t last as long as needed, but I don’t care.
I want to tell him so many things but can only manage to get a few words out between the moans. “Cum in me.”
His pace increases to let himself go, and his head tilts back, but his eyes remain surprisingly open. I pull him in right as he starts to twitch. Cum enters to take me to greater heights as our eyes remain locked. The continued flow comes with the knowledge he may very well get me pregnant, but I don’t care if he does. If we have a baby together, it will be conceived of the purest love there is.