Chapter 1: Brother Takes My Cherry

Note: Thanks to wrc264 for beta reading this!

James Wilson

I heaved a sigh of relieve when Ms. Samuels’s class ended. I wasn’t a fan of history, even with the delight at looking at the busty Ms. Samuels, her breasts almost falling out of her low-cut top and bouncing as she moved around. She dressed like such a wanton woman, like she wanted every fifteen-year-old boy in her class ogling her.

I was glad it was time for lunch. I stood with a groan, needing relief. And not the masturbatory kind. Well, I needed that, too, but I wasn’t about to jerk off at school. I needed to vape. And I knew just where to do it. I had found the perfect spot in these bushes behind the gym. No one went back there.

“Remember, Chapter 2 needs to be read by the end of the week,” Ms. Samuels said, her black hair spilling about her shoulders, a lush smile on her lips. There were all sorts of rumors about her. That she fucked her nephew, Clint. That he fucked his sisters and his cousins.

Well, everyone knew he fucked his cousin Melody. He had knocked her and Pam Hiragawa up last year. The man had strutted around school with both of them on his arm, a huge grin on his lips. I mean, who wouldn’t strut if you had two hotties on your arms. Two girls that let you fuck them together. The fun he must have.

This wasn’t helping my cock out.

“James, I hope you do better on the next quiz,” Ms. Samuels said as I walked out, flashing me a grin.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, giving her a nod, my mouth suddenly dry. I didn’t know what else to say to her. Those tits ... They just swayed back and forth. I swear she wasn’t wearing a bra. I knew who I was fapping to the moment I got home.

I moved quickly through the halls of my high school, heading down the stairs to the first floor, moving through the tide of students as I headed away from the cafeteria. My stomach growled, but I could eat after I vaped. Ten minutes of peace from the stress of the class. I had a great vanilla-cherry juice already loaded in my vape pen. The nicotine rush would be amazing.

It was almost as good as jacking off.

I burst out the back doors of the school, walking casually across the field. I figured if I walked casually and didn’t look like I was sneaking, no one would think it was weird or anything. I nodded to a few classmates as they crossed the field from the gym, heading into the main building I just departed. I walked calmly. I had every right to walk in this direction.

My heart thudded quickly. I still felt like I was doing something wrong. Well, okay, I was doing something wrong. Cigarettes, even e-cigarettes, were not allowed on campus. I mean, I get real cigarettes. Second-hand smoke was nasty. Those things would kill you. But vaping was something else. Something pure. It didn’t have all those carcinogens, and there were no health risks to others around you. Or even to myself. But some people saw it as the same as cigarettes.

Narrow-minded idiots.

I moved behind the gym. Here I paused, looking around if anyone saw me. Then I headed into the thick bushes. They were rhododendrons with broad, green leaves. In the spring, they would bloom with large, colorful flowers. But they were perfect to keep me hidden. And there was a little path that moved back here leading to old beer cans.

I wasn’t the only student who had ever discovered this perfect spot.

It was peaceful in here. I could just see glimpses of the world outside. I pulled out my phone, popped in my earbuds, and put on nice, mellow R&B. Grooving, I pulled out my vape pen and turned it on. That first inhalation was wonderful. I drew the atomized vapor into my lungs, tasting the vanilla and cherry. I held it then exhaled, my body already tingling.

The nicotine relaxed away all the annoyance of school. I knew school was important, but, damn, it could be stressful. But this ... This was heaven. I stared at the green leaves, listening to R. Kelly’s crooning. I took another puff as the wind rustled. It was a nice, September day.

I exhaled the atomized vapor right into the face of my younger sister, Jenny.

I jumped in shock, ripping the earbuds out, the sounds of the real world intruding with a violence, staring at Jenny. My younger sister was only an inch or so shorter than me, I had only recently gained height on her after her growth spurt a few years ago, and she had the same shade of soft-brown hair as mine. Though hers was longer, falling down her back, held back from her face by a pink headband. She wore long-sleeved, high-necked blouse that looked far too conservative for any fourteen-year-old girl to wear, white tights clad her legs descending from beneath her knee-length skirt.

“Jesus, Jenny,” I gasped. “What the fuck?”

“What the fudge is that?” she arched an eyebrow, glancing at my e-cig. “This is what you’re sneaking off to do? Geez, James, are you an idiot?”

I scowled at my sister. “It’s just vaping. Fuck, Jenny, it’s not a big deal.”

“Big deal?” She arched her eyebrows in a convincing version of Mom’s disapproval. “You’re smoking.”

“An e-cigarette. It’s not the same thing as the real ones.”

“There’s still nicotine in them! Mom will freak out.”

Mom would freak out. She was a doctor and was always going on and on about healthy living and treating our bodies right so we can have long, productive lives. “It’s not like real cigarettes. They’re healthy.” I took a puff, savoring the cherry-vanilla flavor. “Here, try it. You’ll like it.”

“I’m not trying that, James.”

She was acting just like mom, saying my name, putting on a show of disapproval. I was about to shrug and tell her to scram when my stomach twisted in fear. “Are you going to tell Mom?”

“I should tell Mom.” She glanced at the vape pen. “You shouldn’t have that at all. And it’s against the school rules. No wonder you’re sneaking around.”

“And you just had to follow me?” I asked, anger swelling through me. This was stupid. I shouldn’t get mad. Not when I had to convince her to keep my e-cig a secret. That was what I should be doing. “You just had to be nosy.”

“I care about you.”

Right. Her false concern turned my anger to a higher heat. “You just like to stick your nose into other people’s business. You’ve always been a tattletale.”

She flushed.

“You’re really going to tell Mom, aren’t you?”

She bit her lip.

“Well?”

“Why shouldn’t I tell her?” she asked, her blue eyes meeting mine. People said we had the same shade of irises. Hers were deeply blue right now, a sparkling ocean that was arresting. My dick throbbed.

Clint fucks his sisters.

The thought wormed through my mind, rising out of the primitive depths as I stared at my sister. She had a pretty face, her fourteen-year-old body losing the gangly awkwardness of adolescence. She wore loose blouses to hide her developing breasts. I had seen her in bras and panties. She was blossoming.

My dick ached badly, still hard from Ms. Samuel’s lush breasts she had been showing off to the class with that low-cut blouse. And now my sister’s eyes, the color in her cheeks, the plump pinkness of her lips was sending my hormones skyrocketing. My heart beat faster and faster.

“Give me a reason not to tell her,” Jenny said, her voice softening. “Something that you could ... do for me?”

“Chores?” I asked, my heart racing. Damn, what kind of pervert wanted to kiss his own sister? I was just so horny, and she was here, and we were in private. It would be so easy to lean forward an inch or two and kiss her.

“Not chores,” she said, squirming.

“You’re better at schoolwork than me,” I said. “So it can’t be that. What?”

She licked those lips, her entire body trembling.

“Big brother, what are we doing back here?” a familiar, girlish voice asked.

Both of us jumped, our heads whipping to look at the back of the gym. Through the dense leaves, two figures moved. My heart leapt into my throat. Shame flushed over me for lusting after my sister. I felt like Jenny and I had just been caught actually doing something inappropriate, like we actually had been kissing.

“What do you think we’re doing back here, princess?” a male voice asked.

I knew both those voices. The girlish voice was Alicia. She was in my PE class last year and this year we shared a math class. She dressed like she was ten in frilly, pink dresses, her light-brown hair in pigtails, her body petite. She hardly had tits at all, flat as a board. Even her glasses only made you think she was too young for high school.

The other voice had to be Clint, her older brother.

“Do you need your little sister to take care of you, big brother?” Alicia asked, her voice so high-pitched, girlish. She had to speak that way on purpose.

“Always,” Clint answered. I could see them clearly through a gap in the leaves. He was tall with a build of someone who played sports. He wore jeans, his dark hair short, combed. Jenny leaned against me, peering through the same gap.

She shifted then gasped as Clint leaned down and kissed his younger sister on the lips.

“Oh, my god,” Jenny whispered. “What’s going on? She’s a kid.”

“She’s in my grade,” I answered. “She’s fifteen. She just looks young and that’s...”

“She called him big brother. Are they roleplaying?”

I shook my head, watching in shock as Clint kissed Alicia hard. Her body was almost hidden by his, but her arms were clasped behind his neck, and I could hear the appreciative mewls she made. His hands slid down her sides, holding her.

“He’s not really her brother?” Jenny hissed. “Right?”

“He is,” I groaned. “That’s Clint Ellison. Last year, he knocked up his cousin Melody and he’s always hanging around with his sisters and cousins. Like he has a harem or something. Rumor has it he even fucks his Aunt, Ms. Samuels.”

“My history teacher?” gasped Jenny.

“Shhh,” I hissed, cheeks burning, cock throbbing. “Don’t let them hear us.”

“He really does things with his family?”

“He’s doing it right now,” I groaned, my mouth dry. It was exciting hearing him kiss his sister. My dick throbbed from the way she moaned, loving her brother’s kiss.

Would Jenny moan like that if I kissed her.

Jenny’s hips brushed mine as she wiggled. Her cheeks were crimson, her lips so wet, her eyes wide as she watched. I kept glancing at her, watching her hands rub at her skirt. My dick ached and throbbed harder and harder. I wanted to do something.

“Mmm, your lips are sweet,” Clint groaned, breaking the kiss. “But I bet you have even sweeter lips.”

“I do, big brother,” moaned Alicia. “Kissing you made me so tingly ... down there.”

“Down where?”

“My cunny ... Kissing you made my cunny all tingly and wet...” She let out another mewling moan. “Big brother, please, can you help me? I need it.”

“Need what? To cum?” Alicia didn’t answer but Clint laughed. Maybe she nodded her head. “You want your big brother to eat your pussy?”

“Yes.” Her voice was a soft whisper, almost inaudible.

“What was that, princess?”

“Yes!”

“Oh, my gosh,” Jenny moaned beside me. “Oh, my gosh. Oh, my gosh. This can’t be. That’s his sister. Oh, that’s...” She clamped her jaw shut, squirming more, her hands rubbing on her skirt.

Mine rubbed on my jeans, my palms sweaty. I wanted to slide upward to my bulging crotch, to rub myself as I watched Clint fall to his knees before his little sister. She wore a frilly, pink dress today with a knee-length skirt. It was so cutesy. Like something Jenny had worn when she was in grade school.

And then Clint pushed up Alicia’s skirt, his hands sliding up his little sister’s pale thighs. The skirt rose higher and higher. My breath caught. My heart beat. I could see all of Alicia right now, Clint kneeling just to the side of her. She trembled, her innocent face twisting. She bit her lip, looking so cute.

“She’s not wearing panties,” gasped Jenny.

My eyes widened. Clint had pushed Alicia’s skirt up over her hips. There, between her thighs, was a shaved pussy, her slit girlish tight, beads of juices glistening on her plump vulva. I groaned. She looked so innocent but was shaved and didn’t even bother wearing panties beneath her dress.

And then Clint leaned in, his head blocking my sight. Alicia shivered, moaning, her hands seizing Clint’s dark hair. Her hips writhed as he ate her pussy. Alicia’s eyes squeezed shut. She panted, moaned, her brother devouring her cunt.

“Oh, my gosh,” Jenny groaned.

“Yeah,” I nodded, listening to Clint’s noisy licks and Alicia’s moans.

“Eat my cunny, big brother. So good. I love it.”

My heart raced as I watched them. Alicia’s moans grew louder and louder. She groaned and shuddered on her brother’s hungry mouth. She humped harder and harder. Her tiny body quivered. It was so hot. So wrong. So sexy.

I licked my lips, imagining Jenny’s pussy sliding across them. Would she be shaved bald? Probably not. What would it feel like? What would it taste like? I had never been with a girl, but I had watched lots of porn. I knew girls loved it when you ate their pussies.

And Alicia clearly loved her brother eating hers.

“Love you, big brother,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re going to make me cum so hard. Oh, you’re the best big brother ever.”

“I love making my little princess explode,” Clint groaned, his right hand moving from her hips to between her thighs.

Alicia gasped, “Yes, yes, finger me, big brother, and lick my ciltty. Oh, you’re amazing. Oh, yes! Thank you, thank you for taking me out here!”

His right arm pumped as he fucked his fingers in and out of his little sister’s cunt. She gasped and moaned as he licked her again. He must be attacking her clit, the little pink nub peeking out of its hood. I knew that much. She gasped and groaned, not caring if anyone heard her.

And then she exploded.

It was clear she was cumming. She moaned and screamed, her entire body thrashing. Such pleasure crossed her face. I glanced at Jenny, imagining her face twisting in pleasure, looking up past her heaving, naked breasts as she came on my mouth.

I shivered. It was such a wrong thing. Taboo. Incest was disgusting. Right?

Then why was I so hard? Why was Clint devouring his little sister’s pussy? Why was she enjoying it so much?

“Big brother!” Alicia groaned, coming down from her heights. “Oh, your cock must be so hard. Let me take care of it.”

“Is she going to blow him?” whispered Jenny, her hips swaying, her hands gripping her skirts like she wanted to yank them up and finger herself.

I wanted to unzip my jeans and stroke myself.

“Maybe,” I whispered, voice hoarse.

And then Clint rose. Alicia’s hands fumbled at his pants. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but a moment later, his jeans slipped down his ass revealing his dark boxers. Those were then yanked down by Alicia’s eager hands. I didn’t need to see Clint’s butt, but Jenny let out a moan of approval.

And then Clint lifted his sister and pinned her against the gym’s back wall. His hips thrust forward as her thighs locked about his hips. I groaned. His dick was in her. Alicia let out a mewling moan of delight as her big brother’s cock fucked her pussy.

My sister moaned something almost inaudible. It sounded like “lucky.”

I glanced at her. She glanced at me. We both trembled, our chests heaving. And then something passed between us, words unspoken, and our hands moved. We were both so turned on watching Alicia writhe on her brother’s hungry lips, unable to fight our desires.

I fumbled at my fly, unsnapping my jeans and yanking down my zipper. At the same moment, my sister hauled up her skirt over her white tights, drawing them higher and higher until she held her dress over her waist. I could see the bright red of her panties bleeding through her tights. I blinked in shock. Jenny’s panties were a daring cut, almost like a thong. I had no idea she had such sexy panties.

I pulled my cock out, too horny to be embarrassed about jerking off before my sister as she shoved her hand into her tights and panties, bulging the stretchy fabric as she slid down to her own pussy. She let out a sigh, her blue eyes hot as she stared at Alicia.

My dick throbbed in my hand as I stroked it.

Clint fucked his sister hard, pounding her. She moaned and gasped, humping against him. Her pigtails flew about her head as he rammed into her. He fucked her with such passion, his hands holding onto her ass. My dick throbbed as I stroked faster and faster.

“Damn,” I groaned. “Damn, I would love to be Clint right now.”

“She sounds so happy,” moaned Jenny. “She’s loving it. This is so hot.”

“Yeah,” I groaned, my balls aching.

“Fuck me, big brother,” moaned Alicia. “Oh, yes. Oh, that’s it. Clint!”

Her hands dug into his t-shirt, gripping it tight. Her moans were so loud. She was cumming again on her big brother’s dick. He churned her pussy to a froth. I groaned. Damn, Clint was such a stud. I worked my dick harder, faster, my balls boiling, the pressure building and building.

Jenny trembled beside me, her hand frigging her pussy faster and faster, bulging out her tights and panties. She groaned softly, her face so flushed. She was so beautiful. I studied her profile, listening to Clint and Alicia’s flesh slapping together.

I wanted to kiss my sister. I wanted to lean over right now and claim her lips. I wanted to bury my cock into her pussy. We didn’t have to use our hands to pleasure ourselves. We could pleasure each other. We could be like Clint and his sister.

“Damn, you’re pussy is driving me wild, princess,” groaned Clint.

“Are you going to cum in me, big brother?” Alicia moaned. “Please, please. Cum in me. Breed your little sister.”

“Yes!” Jenny hissed, her body trembling. She clamped her jaw tight, whimpering.

My sister was cumming beside me. She was getting off watching a brother and sister fuck. My dick throbbed. My balls boiled. I was so close. Jenny shivered, her entire body trembling. The pleasure overwhelmed her. She fell to her knees, groaning through clenched teeth.

“Cum in me, big brother!” Alicia screamed like she was having another orgasm. “Breed me! Please, Clint!”

“Yes!” he growled, slamming so hard into her. “Take it!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” Alicia moaned.

He was cumming in her. My dick throbbed. He was trying to breed his own little sister. My eyes shot down to Jenny kneeling beside me, her tongue licking her pink lips. Her head twisted, her blue eyes, glossy with her orgasm, met mine.

An electric charge passed between us. Communication.

My body turned, my cock aiming at her. Jenny opened her mouth and sucked the tip past her lips. I groaned, my hand freezing on my cock as her warm, wet tongue slid across the crown of my dick, the pressure boiling in my balls.

“Jenny,” I groaned, a powerful convulsion shuddering through my body. My dick throbbed in her mouth. “I’m going to cum!”

Instead of pulling away, she sucked harder, her hand still buried in her panties, but the other one snagged my belt loop, pulling me tight against her, not letting me go. Her blue eyes stared up at me with such lust and adoration.

My balls clenched.

I came into my little sister’s mouth.

I clamped my jaw to keep from screaming out my pleasure. Rapture shot out of my cock with every blast of cum into her mouth. My balls boiled. Spurt after spurt shot down my cock while the pleasure speared into my mind.