Brotherly Love A Family Tradition

The sexiest man I know is my brother, Paul, but I didn't recognize his hotness until, at about twenty, he blossomed into a full-grown, genuine hunk. As kids, of course, we bickered and fought like normal siblings, and he'd follow us around the house making himself a pest.

My two sisters and I made it our goal to make his life miserable whenever we could. We thought he was icky and gross, and made fun of him whenever we got the chance. When he was sixteen I went away to college and when I got back he had turned into a person. A real, attractive, testosterone producing, male person.

I came home to my parents' house after graduation and Paul was a whole different person, not icky or even close to gross. He was over six feet tall, with broad shoulders and a fuck-me smile I had trouble resisting.

I was still in bed one morning when he came into the bedroom where I had spent the night. I am not sure either of us intended it, but he climbed in my bed with me and took me into his arms.

"My sister is a sexy bitch," he said.

"And you're no longer icky," I said.

"Icky?" he said.

"Never mind," I said. "You want to take off your clothes?"

"You sure?" he said.

"Oh, yes," I said. "Absolutely."

I looked up at him and, as seductively as I could, I smiled and let him get up and undress. When he was naked, I pulled back the covers and invited him in with me. When he got in, he said, "Are you sure?"

"Oh, yeah," I said.

"Incest is not such a bad thing," he said.

I smiled again. "Especially if you have a condom. Do you?" I said. Without answering he got up and went to his pants, fished around in the pockets, and came up with a Trojan Gladiator. I helped him put it on and then turned on my back and spread my legs as wide as I could.

"Don't dally, brother dear," I said, helping him get over me. He moved his cock back and forth over my slit, to wet it, like he knew what he was doing, and pushed his condom covered cock in me.

I sighed as my brother slid into me for the first time. I had been with a number of men at college, but none of them fucked me half as good as my brother did that morning. Maybe it was the taboo, maybe the excitement of the forbidden fruit, the fact we were in my mother's house, my sister's bed, or his incredible technique, but it was the greatest fuck I have ever been a part of.

"I have looked forward to being fucked like this since my eighteen birthday," I said. "The day I decided sex was worth having. No one has come even close to that," I said.

His body was warm, muscled, sexy, and his cock was hard in me for over an hour. "You are incredible," I said.

"You are pretty fucking good yourself," he said.

I took hold of his cock and started to jack him off. He held me tight and put his hand between my legs. My brother inserted a finger and began rubbing my clitoris with his thumb. He moved his finger in and out of me and his thumb began to press harder and move in circles.

I began to gasp. His finger was pushing into me so fast my vision was a blur. I put my hand on his wrist to slow him down. "I want this to last," I said. "I have never been fucked like this before."

"Emily, I have never thought about fucking my sister, but this is incredible," he whispered next to my ear. "I have not even dreamed that sex could be this good," he said.

"I want you in me again," I whispered back. "Oh, please."

"Mom and Dad will be gone all day. We have lots of time," he said. "We can fuck all day if you want."

"What about Cheryl and Maggie?" I said. "You ever fuck them? Ever want to?"

He shook his head. "They are just sisters," he said. "You are a hot, sexy fucking woman. I want in your pussy as often as I can."

"Fuck me, Paul," I whispered. "Please," I said again.

"I intend to," he said back in a hoarse, sexually aroused voice that made my pussy tingle. "Remember the other night at the lake, skinny dipping with Wayne and Carly? I wanted to screw you that night until you screamed. It was all I could do to resist fucking my big sister right in front of our two friends."

"I wished you had," I said.

"That would have scandalized Wayne and Carly," Paul said.

"Not so much," I said. "Carly told me she'd wanted to fuck her brother since he turned nineteen."

"Will you tell her what we just did?" Paul asked.

"Probably. We are best friends. We'll be two girls sharing secrets," I said. "Of course I will." He began to move that wonderful cock of his in and out of me slowly, savoring the feel of his sister's pussy for the first time, a pussy that had other dicks in me, but none that good. I had been brought to orgasms that night I will never forget.

He put his hands on my ass and pulled me close, holding each cheek in his fists. His hardness slipped in and out of me easily as I was so wet the sheets were damp beneath us. My brother and I fucked

frantically for nearly an hour before I spoke again, out of breath and delighted it had really happened. My brother had actually fucked me.

"What kind of woman fucks her brother?" I said, struggling to catch my wind.

"A horny one," he said, "and one who knows a good cock when she sees it. This brotherly cock that found my sister in bed. We need to be careful, though, I am so glad you asked for a condom. It would be so easy to come in you. That's probably not a good idea," Paul said.

"But there is something I could do, however, without a condom." I said. "I would love to suck that beautiful dick until it comes, then I could swallow all my sexy brother's semen. No one gets pregnant from swallowing spunk," I said.

"That may be the sexiest thing I have ever heard," he said. "I love you saying spunk." He pulled back the covers, turned on his back and let his hard cock point straight up in the air. "Have a ball," he said. "You can suck this cock anytime you want, big sister."

I put my lips over the top of that lovely cock of my brother's and lowered my head until it was deep in my throat, his pubic hair touching my nose. "I know you've fucked other girls, but tell me how good this feels," I said. "Does your sister suck cock well?"

"You suck cock like a seasoned whore," my brother told me with a smile that delighted me. "Like you have sucked a thousand cocks before," he said. And it thrilled me to hear that.

"The only ones I have ever sucked are guys from college, and they don't measure up," I said blushing.

"You sucked college guys?" he said. "That's great." I took him back into my mouth. Awhile later I lifted my head up and said," Come in my mouth, Paul, please."

"With pleasure, sister dear," he said smiling.

After he came in my mouth and I gleefully swallowed my brother's semen, letting it slide down my throat, I sucked on his flaccid cock like it was a lollipop and held the little thing in my mouth, smiling lewdly at how depraved I was being. He looked down at me and grinned.

"Last night during dinner, after not seeing you for so long, I wanted to fuck my big sister. I didn't sleep much last night after seeing you for the first time in years," Paul confessed. "I was, like a bad boy, thinking about fucking my sister. I wanted to eat that sweet little pussy of yours, and stick my tongue between those luscious little petals and suck the cum right out of you."

"I wonder if Maggie would be thinking the same thing," I said.

"Of eating your pussy?" he said with a grin.

"Of playing with her brother's cock," I said.

"Maybe Maggie is into pussies," Paul said.

"Maggie is into horses," I said thinking about her current obsession. "Do you remember when we were little kids and would run around on the front lawn?"

"And irritate the neighbors," he said.

"You do remember. Well, I thought you were such an ick," I said. "I didn't think you'd grow into a hunk."

"I am so in love with you," I said. "And so in lust as well. You are such a hunk. And you fuck so, so good," I said, snuggling up against my baby brother the muscle stud.

"Funny, but I don't want to fuck Cheryl or Maggie," he said. "Just you."

"Let's not tell them," I said kissing my brother on the neck.

"Deal," he said.

When we got out of bed, being that no one was going to be home until after five, we kept our clothes off. "You know what I have always wanted to do?" he said.

"What?" I said, waiting for something juicy, something exciting.

"Fuck someone in every room of this house," he said reaching out for me.

"You'll have to catch me first," I said twisting away from him and running into the next room. We were like little kids running naked through our parent's house. He caught me at the top of the stairs and grabbed me by the ankle. He pulled me back towards him and spread my legs.

"I've wanted to eat this pussy for three days," he said putting his mouth over my red and puffy slit.

"You just had to asked," I said laughing, putting my head back as my brother began eating my pussy, sucking on my clit and sending bolts of lightning shooting through my whole body. He parted my pussy lips with his fingers and licked the length of my twat. I could feel it twitch as he licked and sucked. He took my clitoris between his lips and sucked hard.

"This pussy tastes marvelous," he said, lapping with long swipes of his tongue, making sucking noises.

"You shouldn't have waited three days," I said pulling in a breath and putting my hand on his head, pulling him against my cunt.

"I just want you to fuck me again," I said. "This sister loves fucking her younger brother. You want to do me in another room?" I said.

"How about on Mom and Dad's bed?" he said with a grin. He let me up and I ran to my parents' bedroom with Paul following me. I threw back the covers, tossed off all of the fancy pillows, and climbed into my mother's bed. He climbed in after me and got between my outstretched legs. Without even hesitating he pushed that marvelous erect cock once again into his sister's twenty-two year old pussy.

After I came, we were lounging on our parents' bed, and I asked Paul if he wanted to suck on my toes. "Emily, I'll suck on anything you've got," he said. I held up my foot and Paul took hold of it, cradling it in his palm, then he put his lips over my little toe and proceeded to suck, eventually taking each one, going from one to another, sucking each toe.

"Let me add some flavor," I said, slipping a finger into my pussy, getting it nice and wet, then I rubbed it over and between each toe. He took each one and sucked off my juices like a man sucking ten different candy suckers. Watching my brother suck each of my toes was spectacular, and my heart raced as I watched.

Then I put a finger back in my pussy, got it good and wet, then I offered it to him to suck. He smiled lasciviously and took my finger into his mouth and sucked my lotion off my sticky digit.

"Anything else you want me to suck?" he asked.

I got up and got on my hands and knees. "Suck on this," I said, offering him my rear.

"Oh, yes. That's the sweetest ass in the country," he whispered. I felt my brother's tongue brush my backdoor, and I put my top teeth over my lower lip, moaning as he reamed my tiny spot. What I had dreamed about was happening in my parents' house and I pushed back against his face.

"Oh, Paul, we have to keep doing this," I hissed. "I need that long, wonderful tongue of yours."

"Let's take a shower," my brother Paul said. "I'd love to fuck my sister in my mother's luxurious bathroom. Every time I'm here going to the bathroom, I'll think of fucking your lovely pussy in that shower," he said getting up.

We raced naked to the shower and I went in first. The water was only lukewarm but it felt good with Paul's arms around me, his erect cock pushing against my bottom. I jumped up on his hips, straddling his waist with my legs and positioning myself so his cock would slide up into me from below. He put his hands under my ass and bounced me on his dick. I put my arms around his neck and leaned my head against my naked brother's muscular chest as he fucked me.

As my brother fucked me in my mother and father's shower, clinging to his body with my legs wrapped around his waist, I thought about whether I felt any guilt about having incestuous sex with my younger brother. The answer was 'not one bit.'

As he was drying me off next to the shower after we'd fucked, we thought we heard the garage door open. Both of us stopped as he toweled my naked body and listened. It became clear to both of us that it was, indeed, the garage door opening. Paul went to the window and looked out to the driveway.

My father's car was parked in front of the garage waiting to pull in when the door was fully opened. Paul yelled, "Shit," and threw the towel over the wall rack and turned to me in panic. "They're back," he said, taking my hand and pulling me towards where our clothes lay in a pile on the floor.

We dressed quickly, stumbling around and hopping on one foot as I tried to get into my sweats and he fought to get his pants on. As we pulled on the last item of clothing we heard the backdoor slam.

We were just entering the kitchen when my mother and sister Maggie came in from the laundry room. "Oh, what a day," my mother said, putting her purse on the table and taking off her coat.

"The car started acting up on the way there and we had to turn back. Your father is fit to be tied," she said using one of her favorite phrases. "I hope you two haven't been sitting in the kitchen all day trying to think of something to do and being bored all day. I know how you young people are these days," she said.

"We weren't bored," I said looking over at Paul.

"No," he said. "We weren't bored at all. We were able to entertain ourselves."

"What, playing computer games or some such silliness?" she said.

"We weren't playing computer games," he said looking at me, a silly grin on his face.

"Yes," I said. "We were able to find things to do."

"As long as you weren't fighting," she said as my father came in swearing.

"Goddamned cars these days," he groused. "Too many fucking computers."

"David. Your language," my mother admonished. "The girls."

"They probably swear and do stuff when we're not around that would curl our hair," my father said.

We all sat down at the table and listened to them tell us about their day. We didn't tell them, and they didn't ask, about ours. As I listened to my father complain about modern technology, I remembered I hadn't remade our parents' bed after we'd "used" it.

Later, when my mother came back into the living room, she said," I am getting so forgetful. I forgot to make our bed this morning."

"I thought you had," my father said.

"I guess not," my mother replied.

I wondered what she'd say if she knew what had really happened in that big four poster bed that day. I realized we needed to be more careful in the future because they could come in on us. I also knew we had to keep using condoms so he wouldn't get me pregnant, but we used one all day and we were careful. It had been the ultimate intimacy to fuck my brother. He was almost giddy after fucking me silly all morning. I also sat on the edge of the tub with my legs open and let my brother give me a douche.

I wondered as I stretched out in bed that night how many other sisters gave their pussies to their brothers or their sisters, or even their dads. Before we got in the shower, I had proposed the idea of a douche and he loved it. We even used my mother's douche kit to do the deed.

My friend Julia has three brothers. Have they all fucked her, or any of them I thought as I lay in bed thinking about my wonderful day. I know she likes women, but she also likes cock. Is that because she got schooled by being shared by her brothers? Did they pass her around the family? Did their family trips include a little incest? Actually, I hoped so.

I need to find a way to find out, I thought. If anyone would be fucking her brothers, it would be Julia. I wonder if anyone would guess that I had fucked Paul. Would anyone expect I would lay in bed at night, fingering my pussy, thinking about my little brother fucking me in my mother's bed? It excited me amazingly to think they might.

It also excited me to think of us almost getting caught. Instead of horrifying me, scarring me out of my wits, the memory made me wet and I brought myself off that night thinking about them coming home and almost catching us having sex in the shower.

The idea of incest is not immoral to me, of course. Surprisingly, the fact that it turned me on tremendously to think about was like an aphrodisiac and made me want to do it many more times. I also wondered how many families enjoyed sexual togetherness with each other. Did mothers ever fuck their sons? Did sisters enjoy the delights of pussy sharing? Of course they did.

If Paul and I could enjoy the wonders of sibling fucking, certainly others did as well. I began to look for stories on the internet and in magazines about brothers and sisters fucking. I also started to think more about families that enjoyed sexual togetherness. The idea excited me to think about a mother fucking her sons or teaching her daughters how to give good head and just how to please a man or woman.

The idea of a father teaching his adult daughters how to fuck did not appall me anymore and I began to see the benefits of family fucking, especially if precautions were taken to prevent pregnancies.

Since Paul currently lives in another city, we started calling one another regularly and having great phone sex every afternoon. I was out of college then. Back in the day my roommates were incredibly curious about my sex life.

It has been twenty years since I first let my younger brother fuck me, but we have regularly had sex since that time at my parent's house when I invited him in bed with me. I still love the feel of his hard cock in my forty-two year old pussy, moving slowly in and out, teasing me by keeping me from coming too fast.

Our last day together between the sheets was at a family reunion when we snuck off and fucked an afternoon away in the guesthouse at the back of the property.

I got married two years ago and then after the baby was born I had my tubes tied, so now I can let my brother come in me like I wanted to do all these years. Fucking my younger brother is a family tradition I do not want to stop.