All characters are over 18. This is a slow burn incest story between a Brother and a Sister.
Journey 3
To sleep and to dream is to let the night take you on a journey of the subconscious. Dreams are like that, reality is the real battle.
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Sophie
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My mind was filled with warm fuzzy feelings and images of my new brother. Tastes and smells of sperm filled the mind with flooding orgasms of guilty pleasures.
Dreamily I awoke trying to continue and catch the dream. It was early in the morning. In my bed, on my own but fully clothed. My bra was very uncomfortable. I stripped and put on Pikachu then realised Jack was asleep, in his bed. Opps, have to get used to sharing a room. Particularly sharing with a boy.
Back in bed I couldn't get to sleep. Yesterday was so surprising in so many ways. I was excited. Yes even that way. But more because of what the next few days of planning might bring.
In forty eight hours I had found out I had a brother. Had my first real climax. Ridden off in a strange car. Literally into the sunset. Made a friend. Found out loving and sex with a brother was a thing and some people did it. Fallen in love with my Brother.
Wait did I just say that? Was I really in love with my Brother. Jack. Jack the stranger, but the same Jack that held me as a baby. The same Jack I slept with cuddled into him. Both eighteen years ago and last night. Warmth spread through me. Warmth cuddled me. It was familial love, but it was also Eros. I don't think I've ever been so long in a state of arousal.
Longing was a strange feeling in my girl bits. Longing to be filled, fulfilled. That's the word fulfilled. It was both a desire and a state of being. Like an empty glass being filled with milk. A process of satisfaction. Desire creeping up the glass. Anticipation of completeness, fulness. There was something of wholesomeness with a full glass of milk that was not there with a glass of water.
My body was the glass, Jack the promise of fulfilment.
I was now getting turned on big time. But realised I did not have the freedom to bring myself to fulfilment. I hopped up and moved into the bathroom. The big bath was waiting for me, calling. I realised I had not taken advantage of it last night, so quietly I drew the bath.
In my toiletry bag I realised I had a small bath bomb. So I popped that in and watched it froth as the water activated the product.
I stripped off Jack's T-shirt and held my body in front of the mirror. My breasts were large. I hoped they would stop growing as they were already a size D. They were more than a handful. More than a handful for me, crap they took some managing. Apart from bras being expensive, I needed to make sure they did not get manky in the underside crease. They may be more than a handful for a guy. But definitely a guy's wet dream. But they were also a massive attractor or distractor. Most guys had trouble looking at me eye to eye. It was mostly eye to rack.
I lifted one of my girls up. My nipple was hard. One advantage I could tongue my own tip. Just. Being bigger they moved more, rubbed more, got in the way more, drooped more, hung more. It was why I lived in hoodies. It took the complications out of the equation.
But then strangely, I wanted Jack to see them.
Crap I nearly overflowed the bath, so I let a bit of water out, and skunk myself into its warm embrace.
It was like I was willing for Jack to ogle them. For the first time I wanted a guy to know me. My unknown Brother of all people. This trip was meant to help us to know each other. But crap I wanted to know him in the worst possible way.
My hand started to get busy beneath the surface of the water. At least I could flow here instead of producing obvious crutch stains. Although I sympathised with Jack as his problem shows, as in shows a lot. Not my fault I've had some fun making him hard. Okay it is.
I snickered. When did I get like this? Jan was also into boy gazing so it must be normal. But then she's fucking her brother. Not normal.
I flipped up the picture of Jack she sent me. I tried to get a sense of how big he was. Well semi big. It looked like a... I realised I had nothing to compare to. Sure I had seen some porn shots. At Girls school that stuff gets shared but they say the porn stars are all hung like horses. It's why they get picked.
I did a quick search of pics of guys packages. It was mostly underwear adverts but none looked as big as Jack looked. But then they couldn't put that in ads could they.
I put down my phone and zoned out. I may have nodded off except I was slow burn randy under the surface.
I was startled by a rapid knock on the door.
"Are you in there Sophie?"
"Yes, having a bath."
"Shit."
I heard him pacing. He knocked again.
"I've got to go. I've been holding on a while. Can't wait much longer."
"Well it will take me a bit to get out and be decent."
"Crap."
I looked at myself, most was under the water, just floating tits. Another thing about big breasts.
"Look if I cover myself do you think you could, sort of not look?"
"Maybe, but I will still be using the toilet."
"I'll shut my eyes then. "
"I still got to see where I'm aiming."
I grabbed the flannel and spread it on my tits. My finger was still in my pussy but it would look like I was just covering the bits.
"Ok I think I'm sort of decent, you can come in."
Jack was in his sleep boxers holding his thing. In the 'I'm busting sort of way'.
"Close you eyes Sophie."
"Opps sorry." I closed them, sort of. I watched as he stood at the porcelain.
But no sound. Strange.
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Jack
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"Sorry Sophie, having trouble letting down. Shit."
I looked around. She did have her eyes shut. I could see the shapes of her body through the water. Her hand was obviously covering her genitals. Shit that wasn't helping.
"Think of something else?"
"Trying. It's not easy."
"If I turn on the water will that help?"
"Could do." I could see her reflected in the mirror. Shit could she see me also?
I heard a splash as she sat up. Her other hand wrapped around her breasts. She reached for the tap and started it dribbling.
I looked at my cock, which had now added some chubbiness to the problem, then at her.
"But you said sort of not look. Is that sort of not looking?"
"Well I'm trying not to look," said Sophie.
"So I am I. Sort of looking that is."
"I guess that's the same as not looking. Just pretend I'm in Daisy and your having a leak on the side of the road. Just do that."
I closed my eyes and pictured me watering a tree like I had done many times. Yes release. Wow it was a big urgent flow. I needed that, relief flowed through my torso. At this point I didn't care if Sophie had a grandstand view. I shook out the drops, tucked myself in and turned around.