realized before just how good looking Danny was. This brought me, of course, to another problem. I started to wonder, in the back of my head, about the appropriateness of what Danny and I had done. I mean, this was incest, after all, which was illegal and most people thought it was immoral. I wasn't sure what I should think about it. It felt really good the two times we'd had sex, but maybe there was a good reason why it was illegal and wrong. But could anything that felt as good as this be wrong? Ah, who cared. I'd sort it out later.
Right now my mind drifted back to other things as my naked brother walked back into the bedroom, looking all shy and cute and smiling just a little bit. “Hey,” he said. “Mind if I join you?”
“Not at all.”
Danny placed his hand between my legs and rubbed at my vagina a little. “Like this?” he asked. “Oh yeah,” I said. “You're still horny?” “Oh, wow, it's back,” I muttered, looking at my brother's erection. “Yes. So can I put it somewhere nice and warm?” I rolled my eyes. “I can tell you where you can stick it…” “In you?” I laughed. “You're really a pest, aren't you?” I laughed some more and spread my legs for my brother. “Alright, alright. I know better than to try and fight the future.” He took his penis in his hand and slipped it easily into me with one smooth motion, burying himself all the way inside my vagina. He said, “Thank you for doing this with me…” “You're very, very welcome…” My brother lowered himself down again until his face was mere inches from mine. “Can we do this again? A lot more?”
“Oh, yes…” “Every day?” “Yeah…” “Cool.” Danny smiled as he kept thrusting into me. “Am I gonna have to start wearing a condom?” “No.” I didn't really want him to. “Can I always cum in you?” he whispered, fucking me a little faster. “Yes,” I whispered back, not sure why, but it felt like the right answer. It certainly sent a little thrill through my body. Danny leaned in closer, until his lips were almost touching mine as he fucked me faster and faster. “Do you… want to… have a baby… with me?”
“Oh, god, yes,” I moaned, unsure if I really wanted to, but not really caring. “Make me pregnant, my brother…give me a baby…”
Was I really saying this shit? Danny closed his eyes, let out a low moan, and then, to my surprise, kissed me! His mouth pushed right up against mine as I felt his penis start kicking inside my vagina, his sperm flooding into me for the third time today, heading out onto its mission of making me pregnant. The idea of that was enough to finally give me my first orgasm with a boy, my vagina convulsing around my brother's hard penis as I clutched his ass and the pleasure washed over me in waves that I rode with a bliss that made everything else we'd done look like nothing at all. This time, when Danny was done cumming, he simply collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing hard and sweating up a storm. After a minute or two he said, “I think I'm fucked-out for right now,” and rolled onto the bed next to me. “Yeah,” I said with a gasp. “Me, too.”
After a bit I got out of bed and went to the bathroom where I did the usually bathroom things and cleaned up a little. By the time I got back to Danny's bedroom he was already asleep. I snuggled up under the blankets next to him and in moments had joined him in slumber.
I woke up first the next morning. I looked over at my brother, my lover, I guessed he was now, lying naked in the bed next to me. He looked so adorable! I wanted to feel him inside me again, but first needed to take care of other pressing biological business.
While I used the bathroom I thought about everything that had gone on last night. I still had no regrets, except that I did wish I hadn't mentioned anything about having a baby. Despite what I'd said, I certainly didn't want to get pregnant, especially not by my own brother. The sex was nice, but not worth that. So I made up my mind that, as soon as possible, I would get out there and get on the Pill. I became aware of the fact that I really, really smelled bad. This was what a night of hardcore sex with your brother can do.
Since I was still naked, I figured I might as well get a shower, so I turned on the water and, once it was ready, stepped inside. Ah… not quite as good as the sex last night, but nice anyhow, I thought to myself as the water beat down onto me. I picked up the soap and started getting clean, paying special attention to the part between my legs. Just as I was about finished the curtain got pulled back and Danny stuck his head in. “Room for one more?” he asked.
“Yeah.” “Cool.” My brother got into the shower with me, naked as he was the night before, still hard as he was the night before. I stood aside so that he could get under the flow of water and he did so, getting good and soaked. He grinned a little. “I'm sore in lots of places.” I smiled back. “Me, too.” “So we really did do it last night, huh?” “Yeah. What, you thought we didn't?” Danny shrugged. “I wondered if I'd maybe dreamed it all.” “You didn't.” Looking down at my brother's hard penis, I got an idea. “Stand still for a second,” I said. I dropped to my knees in front of Danny, gave his penis a couple strokes, then opened my mouth up and lowered it around the shaft. I'd given a couple blowjobs before in my life, and always felt somewhat uncertain about them. The idea of sucking my own brother off really appealed, though, so I had no problem with doing it. I pulled my face off his penis, still stroking it with one hand. “Better than sex?” I asked with a grin. “Fuck, no.” “Thought so.” I went back down on my brother. After a minute or so, Danny said, “Hey, Mandy?”
“Yeah?” “Can I fuck you now? We can have another try at making a baby.” Standing up, I figured the best way to do it would be to turn away from him, lean up against a wall and bend over a little, which I did as Danny got behind me. I felt his penis poking against my ass. “Where do I go in?” I took my brother's penis in my hand and lined him up. “Right here.” Danny gave a little push and slowly slid his penis into my vagina. He moaned a little and began thrusting slowly. It was pretty neat, really, cause I could feel his hips pushing against my butt as he fucked me. I moaned lowly. I delighted in having him inside me like this. I was addicted forever now, and I knew it. Even if I wanted to stop having sex with Danny there wouldn't be any way that I could. I'd never experienced anything as wonderful as this. We fucked for about five minutes there in the shower. It wasn't very comfortable, but it felt pretty good. Good enough, certainly, that at the end of that time, my brother fired yet another blast of sperm into my vagina.
Danny stayed inside my vagina for a few moments, getting his breath back and cupping my breasts. “Wow… this is all so cool,” he whispered into my ear. “Yeah.” “You think I've got you pregnant yet?” “Uh, maybe,” I said, not sure what else to say. I still wasn't exactly wild about the idea of carrying my little brother's baby, but it was obviously turning him on. “I hope so,” he replied, sawing his still slightly hard penis back and forth inside me for a few seconds before slipping out. Making a mental note to myself to go and get onto the Pill, I finished cleaning up and soon my brother and I exited the shower, went to our respective bedrooms, got dressed and made ready for the day.
The Little Brother-in-Law and His Unstoppable Cock
Sharon Benjamin
My complex relation with my little step brother in started on my wedding night, when I married the older brother, Shepard. I had met him earlier. Andrew was openly my admirer. He followed me everywhere, hanging on my lips, looking up to me with an admiring look and I basked in the warmth of his admiration. Every woman adores being admired, even if her admirer is just a 10-year-old brat, though a cute one, I have to say.
This is probably why I was amused rather than annoyed when I caught him peeping on me when changing my wedding dress. Wedding is a huge production in these parts. The bride is pampered at a beauty saloon all day long, and then she is taken by an insistent photographer to a photography session that last for hours and then she is rushed to the banquet hall to her wedding ceremony and party-usually with 600 to 800 guests to entertain. I hadn't eaten since morning but I was elated and intoxicated with all the adrenalin.
And after the ceremony I had to welcome each and every one of my 450 guests, and to drink with them to my health, so obviously I was more then somewhat tipsy when the time came to change my formal wedding dress to the more comfortable dancing dress. So, finally, I have entered the quiet brides' seclusion room, shooed out all my friends and relatives and slipped off my dress. After a self-admiring survey before the mirror, caressing and fondling my perfumed and exposed breasts, I have turned around to put on my dancing dress-and there he was! Andrew was staring at me, his mouth agape, his eyes open wide as two platters. As I have said, I was more amused than annoyed, perhaps because of his open admiration, in part because I was tipsy. Anyway what he said was, “Wow! How beautiful you are!” And he added, “So beautiful boobies!” I could have kissed him, and I did, on his lips, after slipping on my dancing dress. Honestly, I don't recall giving him the tongue-as he claims I did- but as
