Disclaimer: No, I am not Hannah. No, Ryan is not my brother in real life. This is fantasy. Fiction. If incest bothers you, please don't read any more. If it doesn't, by all means, plow ahead. Feedback, positive or negative, is adored. Thank you!
Oh, and thank all of you for pointing out the age discrepancy. Old drafts, new drafts. You know how it is. Heh. Part Two is coming soon!!
I've been trying to fuck my brother Ryan for over a year now. I'm 18, he's 19 and in another year he'll be going off to college again. I figure if it's gonna happen, it has to happen *this* year or not at all.
God, he's hot. I've thought so ever since I hit puberty and began noticing guys for the first time. Ryan is tall. Adonis tall. He's got this gorgeous blonde hair that's brown at the roots and cut short in back and long in front. I love that. He's an expert boarder and blader. I love that, too. Damn, I like everything about Ryan. The moment I saw him coming from the shower like I had a hundred, no, a thousand times before and I felt that bloom of dark, secret heat in my stomach as I stared at just the towel swathed about his hips... I knew there was something profoundly sick and perverted about me.
It didn't stop me, however, from running back to my room, unsnapping my jeans as I went. I had the most lush, thrilling, pleasurable orgasm of my life thinking about Ryan that day.
Ever since then, and especially now that its summer and we're both home, I've been doing my best to get him to notice me. I know Ryan has an active libido. He's got a stock of porn movies and magazines in his room. I know he's fucking that knobby-kneed girlfriend of his, too. Beth. As much as I love Ryan, I hate her. It's her moans and screams that come from his bedroom when they lock themselves in and I listen at the door. Those moans should be mine. I should be feeling him shudder and jerk against me.
I cracked my own cherry long before any boy did by thinking about Ryan and graduating my hungry little fingers for a hungrier dildo.
But for all my flirting. For all the times I've been running around him in skimpy little white panties and a shredded wife-beater. For all the times I've flipped my long blonde hair in front of him so it slaps and curls against my ass or shimmered my blue eyes that are the twin in shade to his own... he doesn't notice me. Or he'd laugh it off. Little did I know that when I was exuding this sexual charisma his way, he was sneaking off to his room to release the tension his very hot, very willing little sister was giving off. He thought incest was wrong. He wanted me, but I had no idea. And it was frustrating as hell!
In fact, I'd just about given up when I realized that the girl I hated, the girl he'd been fucking, the one who got to feel him come and lick his cock and stroke it and all the things I'd been wanting to do. Well, I realized that she was the key to the brother I so wanted. The thing about Beth was, if Ryan wasn't attracted to me, she sure was. All my lush and lusty little charms that I'd tied so hard on him caught her attention off the bat. I didn't really have a concept for what bi-sexual was since I'd been thinking so single-mindedly about Ryan, but Beth was definitely playing both sides of the fence and began to ask him to take me along when they went out.
One day, when she stopped over the house and Ryan was out with our parents I did the polite thing and asked her in to wait for him as much as I didn't want her around.
Little did I know she'd come to see me and an hour later would have me naked, spread-eagle on the couch while I came all over her pert little pink tongue.
She'd skipped the preamble and grabbed me in a hot, wet kiss the moment I closed the door on the blazing summer sun.
"Alright," I whispered a little forcefully. I knew, from listening to her and Ryan, that Beth liked to be told what to do. "But you eat me out and keep your fishy little pussy away from me. I ain't no dyke!"
Well, needless to say, she made me come many times that day before Ryan and Mom and Dad came home. It was understood when I used my fingers on her and made her come over them that she was to be my little tongue whore and do whatever I asked of her or I'd tell Ryan what a dirty girl she was. I'd also never allow her the sweet taste of my cum again.
And as she ate me out, her rough, scratchy tongue sliding up and down my clit as I shivered in ecstasy, an idea formed in my head. I grabbed a handful of that silky red hair, pulling her up before I came, gasping.
She was to understand, too, that whenever she came here she was to see me in my bedroom first and if, for any reason, I demanded that she do odd things before she'd gotten Ryan to come, she was to do so. She readily agreed,. whimpering, anxious to be back at my throbbing, wet snatch that trembled beneath her.
A few nights later, I put it to the test. Before she and Ryan left for the movies she faked a bathroom break and snuck into see me upstairs. I let her have my mouth for a minute, kissing her deeply. She was a hot little slut and her pussy was starting to turn me on. I'd even gotten to the point where licking it occasionally wasn't too bad. She had a sweet, strawberry flavor like the color of her hair.
Anyhow, I pushed her away after a moment or two. And that turned me on, too. The idea that this 20-year-old woman was letting an 18-year-old girl boss her around. But she really was a submissive thing and I quickly explained what she was to do that evening.
"Oh no Hannah, I can't do that. Just leave him like that! It's cruel. And what are you going to do? Some nasty joke or something? Humiliate him? No no. I can't." Her wide, green eyes were now sparkling with trepidation as she backed off from me. When she looked away, I smirked. I'd been expecting this reaction and by the time she looked back I was smiling, as if genuinely concerned for her concern.