Laurie
"Wow, that looks delicious!"
I'm greeted in the kitchen by the pleasant smell of fresh brewed coffee and pancakes. There's a plate loaded with them waiting for me at the table, topped with perfect, round blueberries.
"It's really good, your brother made them for us," Dad says, sipping on his black coffee with a content smile on his face. "He had it all ready before I got up."
It's unusual to have Dad around the apartment. His crazy work schedule keeps him away most of the time, though it does pay for our comfortable lifestyle in one of the most expensive apartment buildings of the city. Breakfast is one way for my brother to show him our appreciation.
"You made it all by yourself?" I ask him as I take my seat.
My older brother Henry turns his face towards me as he stands by the stove and gives me a caring look through his thick framed glasses.
"It's nothing," he says as he flips more pancakes. "Hurry up and eat."
"Really Henry," Dad adds, "I don't know what would I ever do without you. You do all the housework, the cooking and the budget, without a single complaint. I'm blessed to have such a good son."
"Come on, I feel like I do the bare minimum."
"You are humble. I'm sorry I have to rely on you for everything. If I didn't had to work so much, maybe I-"
"That's okay, Dad," Henry walks to me and pats my head affectionately, as he's done ever since we were little. "You know I love looking after Laurie."
A tingling sensation runs in between my legs as he says this and the familiar sensation of getting aroused makes it hard to focus on my food. I give a concealed glance at his crotch, almost eye level to my face, as he stands this close. I have to press my legs together, feeling my panties getting wet.
Dad finishes his coffee in one gulp, standing up to grab his coat and suitcase.
"Well then, I'm off to work. I don't think I'll be home early, so go on have dinner without me."
We wait until we hear the sound of the front door closing. My heart is beating faster. I toy with a berry on my plate, rolling it with my fork, as I wait five second...ten seconds...twenty seconds...
The hand that had been stroking my hair so tenderly, now grabs a chunk of it to keeps my head firm in place. I can't even look up.
"All right Laurie," Henry's voice is deep and commanding, nothing like the mellow, loving tone he used until now. "You know what's next. Take off your panties."
I let out a sight, relief. This is what I've been waiting for.
"Yes, Master."
...
I had recently turned 21 when this whole thing started, and it's almost been a year, though I must admit a part of me always wanted my brother, five years older than me, to keep me by his side forever. When we were little I even asked him to marry me.
"We can't get married, silly, we are related." He said back then, laughing at my innocent proposal.
"Auntie said that when people love each other, they get married."
"There are different kinds of love. The way a brother loves his little sister is not the same way a man loves a woman."
"But I want to be with you forever. I don't ever want you to leave me."
He patted my head, as he usually did when he wanted to comfort me. Our mother had recently abandoned us for her lover and Dad was never home. He was the only one I had and I never wanted anyone I loved to leave me again.
"You don't have to worry about that," he said giving me a reassuring smile, "because we will always be together."
And now here we are, closer than ever, having sex in the kitchen were just a minute ago our father was complimenting him on his housekeeping abilities.
"Where do you want it?"
I'm leaning against the table, my skirt rolled up to my waist, exposing my butt to him. He's positioned his body behind me and grabs one of my breast, pinching a nipple through the fabric of my blouse so hard it makes me scream, while sliding the other hand down my panties, caressing my most sensitive area. I press my body against him, taking on his warmth.
"From behind. Take me from behind, Master."
I don't get a second to catch my breath when he shoves his dick in with such intensity, I feel I'm going to break. My butt feels so full with him inside me, is maddening. He goes all the way in at once, as deep as he can, and holds it there for a few seconds as I tense and relax to get used to the pain.
I love the pain he gives me.
"Like this?" He moves his hips with a rhythmic pattern, shoving in and out harder each time, taking it almost all the way out before thrusting in again. "Is this what you want?
"Faster please, Master."
I hold tight to the edge of the table. He is so much taller than I am and I have to stand on my toes to get on level with him. This is so hard on my legs but I resist as he picks up the pace and thrusts into me faster. I clench my butt tighter and he moans as he feels the pressure around his dick. He is panting hard, moving one hand to my throat to force my head back. My mind goes blank as I touch my pussy, rubbing my clit, while he inserts his long fingers in me.
"I'm coming, pet. Where do you want it?"
His dick is throbbing inside of me. He is at his limit, grunting as he holds back so I can come first.
"Inside. Let it out inside."
"You are missing something." His sexy deep voice is scolding. He lifts my hips higher, so much I am in the air only supported against the table and his body behind me.
"Come inside, Master. Fill me up with your cum."
I can't repress a loud moan than echoes through the house, as I orgasm so hard I feel I'm going to faint. My whole body relaxes, but he keeps going, drilling me deep and hard, until I feel the thick cum flooding in so warm, so precious to me.
He goes limp inside me and with a torturing, deliberate slowness, pulls out bit by bit until my butt-hole's been left so open, the cum is dripping down my tights.
"Ah, I came a lot today. I'll wipe it clean. Don't move."
He reaches for a paper towel from the kitchen counter and I remain still as he sets my feet back down on the floor, kneeling down to clean the dripping semen of my body.
