One Saturday, Ryan was over to help with spring-cleaning. Our father mainly needed his assistance moving some large pieces of furniture that were in the basement that they were donating and he didn't think I was up to the task of helping him. Renee, who was taller and fitter than I was, had gotten out of the chore only due to the fact that she was working on something at the church. After Dad and Ryan loaded the pieces on the truck, Ryan and I were tasked with tidying the basement while our parents went through the attic. We were at it a few minutes when my brother came up behind me.
"Feel like doing something risky?" he asked as he grabbed my hips and pressed his crotch against me.
Even though I liked the idea, I said, "I don't think we should."
"And that's exactly why we should." He began to grind his crotch against me and I could feel his dick quickly getting harder. "We'll hear them before they get down here. Trust me. I fucked quite a few girls down here while everyone was home."
I rolled my eyes though I knew he couldn't see them. "Well that's a selling point. I love hearing about the other girls you've been with."
Ryan snorted, mildly amused. "Jealous much? I might fuck other girls, but you're my sister. You'll be around much longer than they will. Besides," he lowered his voice and spoke directly into my ear as his hands moved up to cup my breasts, "I shouldn't have to tell you that you're my favorite."
By this point, Ryan and I had been fucking regularly. Though I knew ours was not a romantic relationship, I still didn't like hearing about his other partners. There was a roster of girls he rotated through, in addition to his current girlfriend, making me just one of many. Separately, it also bothered me to hear our parents constantly ask him if he planned to marry his girlfriend since they'd been dating for all of six months, which was a record for him. I knew I couldn't have the kind of relationship with him that I was accustomed to and that I wanted, both because he was my brother and because he didn't have it in him to be monogamous, but I still felt like he was mine.
I had learned a lot from being with him and was beginning to find and own my own sexuality though I still had not had sex with anyone else. Nearly five months after my birthday, our parents were still keeping me on a tight leash trying to break me, and at least once a day I was asked to reveal the identity of the guy who they had seen leaving my room. The fact that it was my brother who had nearly been caught that night, and who was still having sex with me under their noses, brought me some additional juvenile, and erotic, pleasure.
"Come on, Rach," he purred into my ear while his hands moved to open my shorts. "It's been almost two weeks. You know you want it."
I did.
Since I had started having sex with him, I had begun to recognize the signs of being horny when too much time elapsed between our encounters and I was at a point where I could definitely use the release.
With my shorts open, Ryan stuck his hand down the front of my underwear. He unerringly guided his middle finger into my hole and began to finger fuck me slowly while grinding the palm against my hidden clit. "If you tell me you don't want it I'll call you a liar. You're already wet."
He was right. Almost from the time he had arrived that morning, I had been watching him and thinking about having sex with him. As we worked and he began to sweat, I found the way the moisture turned his ubiquitous white tank top nearly translucent sexy. Even his increasingly musky scent was an aphrodisiac; the pheromones contained in it went directly to my pussy making it moist. Having sex with Ryan had only increased my attraction to him and I found it thrilling to have this secret with him.
"Can you be quiet?" he asked softly.
"I think so."
"I mean 'really' quiet," he said as he continued to finger my hole. "No moans or anything."
From the pad of his hand pressing and rubbing against my swelling clit I could already feel a moan building. I pressed my lips together and nodded. As I did, I reached behind me to slide a hand between us and grab his covered dick. "Please, Ryan."
Ryan removed his hand from between my legs and pulled my underwear and my shorts down to my knees in one motion. I turned my head to watch him pull down his baggy shorts and apply some spit to his revealed erection for lube. He then slid it between my legs and I felt him bend his knees and adjust his position for entry. With his hands holding my hips, he slowly but persistently pushed into me, spreading me open and sliding his full length into me. Once fully sheathed, he immediately pulled back and set up a steady pace long dicking me. Each time, he pulled out until I felt the ridge of his crown just exit me, leaving only the barest amount of his tip inside me before reentering me.
As my body swayed in response to his motion, I felt myself losing my balance. I eventually had to bend over and place my hands on my legs to steady myself.
"Fuck, yeah, Rach," he said. His hands moved up my body until I felt one stop on my back while the other moved to my shoulder. With the increased leverage, he began to move his hips faster then stopped suddenly and dropped his hands from my body. "Move that pussy on me."
I immediately began to roll my hips while bouncing back and forth against him, fucking myself on his length. Despite his warnings, I heard him let out a few sustained moans and curses as well as some filthy words that a brother should never say to his sister, even if he was fucking her. After a few moments, he leaned down on top of me and moved a hand to my clit then resumed control of the fuck.
"Come on my dick," he whispered into my ear. "Do it for me. I'm so close."
I closed my eyes and focused exclusively on what was happening, hoping that he was still listening for signs of our parents' return. My brother's long cock was sliding purposefully through me with enough force to keep himself on the edge but not to put him over. He was waiting for me and worked my clit to that end. My hands moved to my covered tits and began to knead and pull at them giving me the additional stimulation I needed. I felt the warm tension build and soon I was biting my lips hard against the wave of pleasure coursing through me.
"Oh, shit," Ryan exclaimed softly. He moved his hands back to my hips as he stood upright and began to pound into me again. "Gotta fucking come."
After a few more thrusts he let out a grunt of relief and buried himself in me. I felt his cock stiffen and begin to pulse inside me with his orgasm. As the second shot entered me he began to give me short, hard thrusts, fucking his load into me. Once his cock calmed, he moved inside me slowly and regularly, as if he were massaging his sated dick.
"Oh, man. Wasn't that worth it?" he asked softly with relief obvious in his voice.
"It was," I admitted not hiding my own contentment.
He had stopped moving but we were still joined when we heard our parents' voices approaching. Even as Ryan was pulling out of me, I was pulling up my shorts. We were barely dressed again when they came down the stairs. Thankfully, my brother and I were out of their direct line of sight, which bought us a few more seconds to compose ourselves. While Ryan resumed moving the boxes he had been tasked with organizing, I ran passed my parents and up to the closest bathroom to clean myself of Ryan's load that was already beginning to fall out of me.
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"I missed you," Ryan said as he pulled me into a tight hug.
With my own arms wrapped around him and my head pressed against his chest, I got out a muffled, "Missed you, too."
