Path: not-for-mail
Newsgroups: alt.sex.incest.stories
Subject: Title story: "My Brother's Brown Meat" Author: INCESTOR 61047357
From: Family Man <familyincest@graffiti.net>
Lines: 93
Message-ID: <CZ%jf.126117$vw5.3876@fe01.news.easynews.com>
X-Complaints-To: abuse@easynews.com
Organization: EasyNews, UseNet made Easy!
X-Complaints-Info: Please be sure to forward a copy of ALL headers otherwise we will be unable to process your complaint properly.
Date: Fri, 02 Dec 2005 18:01:06 +0000
===================
http://www.incesttabooo.com/
My Brother's Brown Meat
I stood in the shower, letting the spray rinse the soap from my body. I turned
off the water and opened the stall door. It was hot and steamy in the bathroom,
but not nearly as hot and steamy as inside me. I began to dry myself, taking my
time, running my fingers slowly over my pussy and my nipples, while looking at
myself in the full-length mirror. My breasts were full and round, my nipples
dark and erect. My hips hadn't blown up into wide expanses of flesh of a
Hispanic women, and my tummy was still flat. Yes, I thought, standing there, I
looked pretty damn good. Then, I heard the floor creak out in the hall. I froze,
wondering, and then thought that I might be hearing things. I heard another
noise --- a shuffling sound. Without being too obvious, I glanced at the
doorknob to the bathroom. Through the crack under the door I could see movement.
There was alternating light and darkness in the hallway. My brother was peeking
at me again! He was out there, no doubt, playing with himself, looking at my
naked body. I stood still, listening intently to the silence. Just above a
whisper, I could hear his rapid breathing, and I could have sworn I could hear
the slap-slap-slap sound of his masturbating.
At first I was mad. I'd caught him ding just this only a week ago. I had made
him promise to stop doing it or I would tell our folks. And now only one week
later he was at it again. I moved closer to the door and sat on the toilet. I
didn't know what to do, but I knew I was actually thrilled by being watched. I'd
had a week to mull over what had happened and every time I thought of him
looking at me naked, and the effect that it had on him, well, I just felt so
sexy. Without really thinking about what I was doing I spread my legs to give
him a better view. I faced the keyhole, and reached down and parted my pussy
lips. This would give him a really great show, I thought. My younger brother had
probably never seen a real live pussy before. I could hear his heavy breathing
for sure now. I knew positively that he was watching me and playing with
himself. That thought thrilled me. I knew that it should make me angry, but I
liked the thought of it. I stood and stretched, then quickly reached for the
doorknob and pulled the door open. Ernesto, my brother, was squatting there, his
shorts pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped around his cock. His eyes
were wide, his mouth open. He stopped in mid-stroke, his balls hanging low
beneath his hard, purple-headed, sheathed cock. Right at the tip of it, I could
see the purple head, poking through the foreskin. The head glistened with satiny
looking fluid. His face reddened and he started to stand up. I simply took a
step toward him and grabbed the back of his head, pushing his face down into
pussy. "You wanted to see my pussy," I said, "now, suck on it, stick your tongue
in it." I could feel his lips against my pussy lips. I knew he had wanted to
protest, and I knew that he had been embarrassed. I felt that this was the best
way to let him know that not only was it okay, but that I liked the idea and
wanted his mouth on me. He reached up and put one hand on my ass, running his
fingers across my ass cheeks, and at the same time, I felt his tongue dart out,
licking my pussy lips. I let go of his head, and he suddenly backed away a
little bit, looking at my hairy snatch close up. Then he looked up at my face,
his big brown eyes questioning. "Is it okay, Angela?" he asked. "Sure Ernesto,"
I said. "I like that. I want you to like my body. It's okay, just lick me like
you really want to." He continued stroking himself then, as I felt his hot
breath on my thighs and pussy as he moved his mouth and tongue closer. He moved
his tongue up one side of my snatch, and with one hand, parted my pussy lips and
touched my clit with the tip of his tongue. The touch sent fire through me. I
could feel my legs shake, and I was too turned on to think of anything but
cumming. I grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into my snatch. I
could feel his tongue slide inside my cunt, moving in and out, and I came with a
loud moan, my body shaking, my knees weak. I pressed his face harder to me, and
I knew that he was having a hard time breathing. I pulled away, weak at the
knees. He continued stroking himself, and he stood, looking at my tits. I heard
him moan, and suddenly, there was cum shooting out of his cock, wetting my
stomach, my thighs. He stroked himself faster and faster, and his cock shot cum
like a sprinkler. It flew out and hit me on the legs, and one drop actually shot
all the way up to my tits. I began rubbing his cum into my skin, and he stood
and stared at what I was doing. "Follow me," I said, taking his hand and leading
him into my bedroom. I lay on the bed and spread my legs. "Fuck me Ernesto! Make
me feel good like I just did you." In less than a second he was climbing on top
of me, and I felt his hard prick pressing against my wet pussy. I felt him slide
it in, all the way, with his balls pressing against my ass. I lifted my legs and
surrounded his ass with my legs, holding him to me. It felt so good to have him
buried in me like that. He took one nipple into his mouth and sucked on it, and
the sensation sent thrills through me, making my pussy wetter than it had been
before. He began thrusting, his balls slapping against me, and the noise of our
sweaty skin slapping together was loud and thrilling. His cock was hard and
thick, and the feeling of his hot dick in me was a surprise and a delight. "Fuck
me faster, Ernie, fuck me!" I shouted, a little too loudly. Mom and Dad weren't
home, but the thought that they might come walking in any second added to the
thrill of what we were doing. He thrust faster and faster, and I felt his cock
harden even more. He grunted. And I felt his dick jerk inside me and his balls
tightened. I felt my insides filling up with his cum, and the feeling made me
cum again and again, an orgasm that I could feel from my toes to the top of my
head. He kept thrusting, I could feel his cum running out of me and down to my
asshole. "Ernie," I finally said, "you're an amazing fuck." He pulled out of me
and lay on the bed beside me. "You're not mad I was peeking on you?" "Not
anymore I'm not..."
End
Real INCEST : http://www.incesttabooo.com/