My Brother’s Cuckold

By Heather ©

Chapter 2

Disclaimer:

If you don’t like graphic sexual stories, if you are under 18, or if you live in a state where reading this is illegal, then don’t read this and leave. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature then I suggest you leave as well. This is a work of fiction to display fantasy.

A week went by before I was even able to look my brother in the eye again. I seemed to have successfully kept Amy quiet about what she had done to me and my brother, and could only hope that she had managed to keep her friend Jessica just as quiet. The humiliation of the entire fiasco had nearly waned for me, but I could tell it still bothered Mike. What was supposed to have been a wild night of debauchery for him with some anonymous girl, turned out to have been with his own sister, me. He still wasn’t looking me in the eye.

Mike had done his best to avoid me over the last week, but I wasn’t entirely sure just why. He knew I was okay with what had happened. Sure, I wish it had never happened, but it did. So in my opinion, let’s just move past it and get on with life. Well, maybe that’s not exactly true. Maybe getting tricked as we had had opened a door to a new adventure. After all, we were both eighteen now, so the worst part would be if anyone ever found out about what we did that night. I’m not so sure I hated it as much as I should. As a matter of fact, I had masturbated to that night’s events every day since. And now I was standing here nude in the bathroom waiting for my brother to “accidentally” walk in on me. This was a plan a week in the making.

Our mom was gone for the rest of the day and I knew my brother’s routine by now. He would wake up at ten sharp, what a waste of time, and get up to head for the bathroom. I had figured that the best way to broach our situation would be to get right in his face so that he couldn’t easily escape. Being nude could only help me get the outcome I was hoping for, perhaps lusting over. I wasn’t expecting him to throw me down on the floor and have his way with me, but how was he going to back out of the bathroom when confronted with a nude girl? No guy could muster that kind of respect easily.

Sure enough, I heard his alarm going off. I grabbed a towel and turned my back to the door as I waited for him. I had left the door slightly open so he wouldn’t think it was occupied, so in he came. I flipped around and dropped the towel, and just as I thought, he was stopped in his tracks. I bent over to pick up the towel, but never did any covering up with it.

“Mom’s gone for the day, so I was thinking that we need to talk about last week.”

He stared at my body up and down, but didn’t exit as I thought he would eventually try to do. Instead he leered at me like a piece of meat. I saw we were somewhat on the same page.

Finally, Mike asked, “What about it? I thought it was forgotten.”

“You know what I mean. The girls are going to keep their mouths shut, but that leaves us to work out our situation. You’ve been hiding from me all week and there’s no reason for it. We’ve always been close and now those bitches have driven this huge wedge between us. I want to get back to the closeness we once had.”

I couldn’t help but notice that my dear brother had an enormous hard-on, and that got me hot in an instant.

I pointed towards his crotch and said, “And obviously you want to get close again.”

He looked at where I was pointing and looked back at me rather puzzled. “I need to piss like a race dog. What are you, dumb?”

I sheepishly turned away and admitted that I had assumed wrongly. I had forgotten about that little fact about guys. I told him to go ahead and do his business as I left the room, but not for long. I knew once he got started that he wouldn’t be able to stop, so when I heard him peeing, I walked back in to confront him.

“Alright, now you have to listen. Okay, we got duped, but that was just the first time that night. You have to admit that the second time was quite voluntary and on both our parts. That night is going to stay a secret, and I don’t want to… I don’t want to lose what we discovered about each other. You said I was good at it, so are you going to deny it now?”

I watched my brother pee outdoors a few times over the years and as most girls, was curious about what it looked like up close, so I moved off to one side as I watched him finishing up. He was annoyed at my attention, but I could tell he was ready to talk. I guess my nudity was just as captivating as I had hoped it would be. He dropped the lid to the toilet and sat down taking in as much of me as he could.

Finally he asked me, “So, what do you want to talk about?”

“Was it all that bad for you? Because I have to tell you, it may have started out as a mistake, but I honestly can’t say I didn’t enjoy parts of it. How about you? If you had your choice, would you do it again?”

Mike stared straight into my eyes and I could feel them growing sultry. It’s hard to look at a guy in just his briefs without getting a little turned on; especially when you’re butt naked. It seemed like hours as I stood there waiting to hear him voice any opinion, but when he finally did I jumped at the opportunity I saw.

“Yeah, I liked it, but come on – you’re my frigging sister. What do you want me to do about it?”

That was my opening, and I grew as lewd as I’ll ever get. I sauntered up to him and with my crotch just inches from his face I asked the one thing I had fantasized about a hundred times in the last week. “I’m hungry… and I want you, you know.”

He asked me to make myself clear just to make me say the words.

“Damn it! You know what I want. Look at you. This time it’s not morning wood, is it? I want you to feed me again, okay? You can’t honestly tell me that you don’t want it, can you?”

His smirk made me feel about two inches tall, but when he finally grabbed at his crotch, I knew I had the go ahead. I was about to drop to my knees right there when he reached out and ran his fingers lightly over my mons. I pushed my bottom out so as to invite further exploration. If he only knew just how far I would let him go he would just die. I quivered as his fingers ran smoothly through my labia and one finger dipped into me. I dropped my towel and groped at my own breasts as he continued toying with me. I could see by the bobbing in his shorts that he was working himself into a more heightened state of euphoria, so I allowed him the time he needed. It worked just as well for me, because even though I had been planning on throwing myself at him all morning, I still liked the encouragement.

When he withdrew his fingers from me, I bent over to feel the hardness that touching me had caused. He was definitely ready for my services. But now I toyed with him for a minute first.

As I went to my knees, I pushed his legs apart and stared him in the eyes. He lifted his butt while I tugged his briefs down and I saw his cock spring up to touch his belly. I may be his sister, but I’m a girl first and nature had definitely come into play. I wrapped my right hand around his shaft and his hardness halted my breath ever so briefly. I often wondered if I had the body that it took to make a guy seriously horny for me; and now I knew.

I guess I was taking a little too long for him as he demanded, “Well, I thought you were hungry?”

All I could do was smile as I took his swelled head into my mouth. I felt all around the perfect male mushroom with my tongue and took in a minute detail of his taste and feel. He had no idea just how hungry I truly was for his reward. I began my efforts as he began asking me questions I was all too happy to hear, but less ready to answer.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and if you want… I wouldn’t really mind you doing this for me… from time to time. Would you like that?”

I shrugged my shoulders to prevent my mouth from sounding foolish.

“It would be nice knowing that I didn’t need to go looking for an outlet every time I get horned up. Are you serious about this feeding thing?”

Again I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well, if you don’t want to make this a regular thing, I can always find someone to make do, but I have to admit, you’re really good at it.”

Finally my mouth just had to come into play and speak the truth. I puzzled over how to keep from sounding like the biggest whore in the world and finally came up with, “I thought I was already your bitch.”

Mike smiled broadly, placed his hands on the back of my head, and pulled me down onto him as he humped up into my mouth until he heard me gag for the first time this morning. What a wonderful answer! I was happy as a kid on Christmas morning seeing that he wanted the same thing as I did.

I pondered over his asking about making this a regular thing and automatically gagged myself as if to revel in his desire since it was mine as well. I wondered if some day I could be honest enough to tell him that over the past week that I had continuously fantasized about just that – becoming his real life bitch. Each time I had frigged myself, at some point I would dream about him having total control over me so that I would have to service him whenever he wanted. At other points I would become mesmerized by the thought of him feeding me on a regular basis. I can’t explain it, but after that first time I swallowed for him I seemed addicted to needing it more and more. I still found it very hard to do, mentally, but I think it was really more a craving for the action then actually getting his sperm. It was just such a nasty thing to do, and dirty. Perhaps that was my fascination for my brother. I trusted him and knew he would keep my secret.

I was suddenly snapped back to reality when Mike began standing up with me still firmly in place on his cock. He reached down and groped at my left boob and tweaked my nipple. I ran my hands down around to feel his tight ass cheeks and then found myself being hoisted into the air by his hands under my armpits. I looked up into his eyes and saw the very look I had so often fantasized over. It was telling me that his mood had grown very aggressive and I waited to see just how much so.

“You want me to fuck your face? Okay, but there’s a price for it.”

Sheepishly I asked, “What do you mean?”

He backed me into the wall behind me and stared down into my eyes until I began trembling over the excitement flowing through me. I was scared of him… so wonderful scared.

“You said it a moment ago. You want to be my bitch, and that’s exactly what you’re going to be.”

Mike backed away from me and nearly screamed, “Turn around and put your hands on the wall.”

I started to ask him why, but he demanded me to do it again. Slowly I turned around and placed my hands up on the wall. I had no idea what he was up to, until he told me to push my ass out.

“No, please, that’s not right. You can’t…”

“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told.”

I pushed my butt out and knew I was giving his cock a perfect target. I felt his fingers running through my lips and then he parted my cheeks. I could feel his cock bumping into my crotch and knew he wanted to fuck me for sure now. I felt him aiming his cock and then ever so slowly, he began working it into me. I had also fantasized over have sex with him, but not so soon. We both needed to adjust to this incestuous affair before taking on such liability. As his cock slowly filled me up, I was getting plastered against the wall. And when I felt he had gone as far as he could, he gave one quick, hard jerk as if to plant himself deep into me forever. I could feel his shaft swelling and throbbing as he held me still in that position for several moments while he began talking to me.

“Damn, you feel so fucking good. You like that, huh? You getting the message now? I’ve been thinking about you all week, but never thought it would come to this. You want to be my toy, don’t you?” With another surge to plunge harder into me, he repeated his taunt. “Don’t you?”

I closed my eyes and squeezed my muscles hard around his cock, and slowly nodded my head.

His hands grabbed my tits hard and I was suddenly spun around toward the toilet again. I felt as though I was an extension of my brother, connected to his crotch and being nearly lifted on the floor by our union.

He kept bumping me onto my tip toes and began abusing what little will power I had left with question after question, taunt after taunt. He wanted my vow to be his, but more than that, he wanted me to acknowledge that I wanted it just as much. I finally broke down and began repeating every assertion he made to assure him that I wanted the same things he wanted.

“If I want a blowjob, you’re going to give it to me, right?”

“Yes… whenever you want it.”

“If I tell you to strip, what are you going to do?”

“Strip… I’ll take my clothes off.”

“And if I want to fuck you, what are you going to do about it?”

“Nothing… I’ll let you… but please… can’t you…”

“Shut up! You like that cock? You want to milk it?”

I still was unsure about fucking him so quickly, but I did like the feel of him in me. And even more importantly, now that it had begun, I really did want him to finish capturing me as he was obviously doing at the moment. I wanted to be my brother’s regular sex toy, and if that meant fucking him, so be it.

I nodded my head and told him, “Okay, I’m yours. I’ll do what you want… whenever you want.”

Instantly, he pulled out of me leaving me with a huge sense of emptiness. Mike spun me around again so my back was to the wall, pushed on my shoulders to motion me to my knees, and slapped his cock against the side of my face several times as if to make a point that I had to take his demeaning behavior. He pushed his hand against my forehead which forced it back and my mouth open. In a flash his cock was back in my mouth and he began a fucking motion that knocked my head against the wall repeatedly. Then he stopped and in a very calm voice said, “Feeding time, cunt. Show me how hungry you are.”

I was in heaven! Any other time I would have scratched his eyes out for calling me that, but as his new property, I welcomed the vulgarity of his demand. I went right to work giving him the very best head I could muster. I groped at his scrotum and fondled his balls. I had always heard that doing that made a larger amount of ejaculate, and he had turned me into one ravenously hungry animal for my first serious feeding. But I didn’t want it to be a forgettable event and craved the aggressiveness he showed earlier. I grabbed the cheeks of his ass and yanked him into my face until my head hit the wall. As always, my dear brother always got my hints and grabbed my hair in balled up fists as he began fucking my face as if it were my pussy. That started the hideous sounds emanating from me again, and that drove him into his own animalistic behavior. He needed to cum as much as I wanted him to and I couldn’t wait for meal I so craved.

At one point he hit a nerve that I didn’t even know I liked until he started with the dirty talk. Some of it was insulting me, some of it demeaning, but all of it enraged my efforts to force this manly lover to feed me his cum in the worst way. He asked me if his words bothered me and I shook my head so quickly that he knew I wanted to hear more. I would wonder long and hard how verbal abuse turned me on so greatly while performing such a defiling service for his benefit. Well, my benefit, too.

When he was ready to cum, he nearly pierced the back of my throat and forced my head into the air as he planted his cock square to the opening to my throat. And once again it happened. The second I felt his cum filling my cavity, I felt my eyes roll back, my throat relax to accept it, and my jaw went slack to accept my lover’s girth. This was the moment I had worked so hard for. All the setting up, all the ploys and hints, and all the giving up of my dignity was to get just this prize – what I was becoming quite comfortable in acknowledging as feeding on my brother. And as if this wasn’t enough of a reward for all I had just promised to give up to keep my brother close to me, he offered me one last titillating thought as I struggled to work his cum down my throat.

“Damn, girl, I’d love to watch you sucking some other guy like this.”

I could feel my whole body trembling at the mere thought of what those words might mean down the road. Did he mean that? Would he really like to watch me doing some other guy? There was no question that I would do it for him, under the right circumstances, and as long as I felt that it would really excite him to see it. And all that would really take would be for him to tell me to do so. Did my brother really steal away my free will that quickly? Damn, suddenly I felt like his property in the true sense. Could my extreme sexual sensations be admitting that fact to me right now?

As my brother pulled away from me and I gulped hard to clear my throat, I meekly looked up at him and thanked him for what he had given to me. Then with my lips quivering I asked softly as if to give him my sedate permission to do so, “Would you really like that? Would you do that to me?”

His broad smirk was the only answer I received, and I began struggling to get to my feet. Mike wrapped one arm around my waist to pull me close to him and began fondling my crotch again. I leaned against his chest as his fingers began probing their way into me. He only felt me up like that for a few moments, but it was enough to boggle my mind when he withdrew his fingers and simply walked out of the bathroom.

I was stymied by his abrupt departure and after standing there for a minute I followed him to his room. I burst in to find him at his computer and when he turned to look at me I yelled, “What the fuck!”

Mike briefly looked my way and went back to typing at his keyboard. I was growing rather annoyed at his flighty behavior, so I walked over to him to bring this all to a head. I couldn’t help notice how the fan on his chest of drawers was turning my bared nipples into hard points that were aching to be touched.

“What the hell was that? You used me like a cheap whore and just walk away without a word.”

All he did was grin and interact with his computer. I began pacing back and forth until finally he replied with, “I sort of thought you wanted it that way. Come on sis, I know you better than you know yourself. I read your body language in the bathroom. And I guess…”

His voice drifted off until I demanded, “You guess what?”

“I guess if I want to really make you happy, I’ll just tell you to shut the fuck up and take what you asked for. I don’t have to explain myself to you… but I will give you a hint as to what you’re in for in the near future.”

I was stunned by his overly confident attitude, but I knew there were parts of his assertions that I could not deny. I snapped back, “What fucking hint? What the hell you mean that ‘I’m in for’ and stop that fucking grinning.”

His smirk grew even wider as he said to me, “Read some of this. I’ll give you one chance to answer me or you can get the fuck out of my room. Got it, one fucking chance to get what I know you really want, or this ends right now.” He turned his monitor towards me and I saw he had brought up some web page full of writings. “And these are your two choices. Leave… or crawl under my desk and blow me again.”

I think you’ve gotten the wrong idea here. Yeah, I… liked what…”

“Just read the page bitch and give me your answer. You either agree or leave… and make it fast.”

His snarky attitude was really beginning to annoy me and his use of the word bitch was not the right placement to placate me, but my curiosity had me by the nose. I leaned onto his desk and began reading the page. I was immediately stumped by the first word and title of the page. In big letters it read – Cuckolding. “Cuckolding! What the fuck is that?”

I began reading some of the first paragraph and quickly caught on that this was some kind of education site, a guide if you will, for some kind of kinky sex thing. It explained how to ‘capture, manipulate, train, and care for a cuckold’, but it wasn’t until I read the next paragraph that my jaw dropped open. It essentially stated what a good cuckold’s training included and how that person should react properly to show their acceptance over their training. I took a quick look at my brother’s face and saw his smug look. For some reason he had thought this shit would be enlightening for me. He had certainly garnered my attention and I went back to reading.

As I read through several more paragraphs I was coming to the understanding first that Mike wanted me as his cuckold, then I slowly realized that he had already attempted the part about capturing me in the bathroom, and then my last thought was about the most scariest word that kept coming up - the word that both titillated me and scared me at the same time. I whispered the word out loud in disbelief, and Mike’s reaction to my mesmerized state was to wrap an arm around my waist and pull me onto his lap. Perhaps my reactions were too telling, but I didn’t realize them as that until I was into the next page. First I had allowed him to seat me on his lap, and secondly I turned the monitor along with my new position to keep reading.

I was half way through the second page of this twisted web site before I realized that my heightened surge of sexual energy wasn’t just from what I was reading, but because my brother’s hand was lightly manipulating my clitoris and labia. I placed my hand over his, however, it was only to rest there. Several times I snapped around to look at his face and saw a confidence that scared me. Not because of what he might do to me; more because of what I was learning about what he wanted to do to me. And there was no mistaking the fact that I was here reading this site for the explicit reason that he wanted to educate me over what he wanted me to willingly accept and allow him to do to me.

I came to the end of the first section and pretended to still read as I thought about what I had read, and what all this would mean to my daily life if I agreed to what he wanted. My mind ran back to the two choices he had given me to answer him and I now understood the reasoning behind the only two extremes he had offered me as choices. I could either leave and end our new found sexual delight, or accept his tacit offer and become totally subservient to his whims. Between his hand, what I had read, and my own natural state of sexual elements, my choice seemed obvious, but dubious.

The was no way I wanted this nasty little thing between us to end just like that, and I had to admit to my self that many of the things I had read turned me on greatly, but surely there had to be some middle ground. I hit the back button on the keyboard to reread some of the first page to better understand what I might be getting myself into, and remembered the brevity of which he wanted my answer. I was afraid that trying to talk to him about this whole cuckold thing might get me banished from his room. That was the behavior I knew I could expect from Mike from past choices he had given me over much smaller events. My eyes fixed on one line within the third paragraph that I read over and over. It stated quite clearly that a cuckold’s answers to their masters had to be brief and very clear. I closed my eyes and felt the heat wafting from between my legs. I remembered how my brother’s cock had felt when it was deep inside of me and even felt it now as it bobbed into my right ass cheek. And even though he hadn’t really fucked me, it had felt so good as it held me to him as it pulsed its desire to do more to me. Lastly, I dwelled on what he had said about wanting to see me blowing some other guy. He had certainly been to this site before and had set me up far more than I had thought I was setting up a future sex life between us.

Slowly I opened my eyes and turned to stare into Mike’s. I could see he was dead serious about all this. His grin was coming back to his face as he read mine and that told me my answer. I slowly stood up while his hand fell from my crotch and I turned to walk to his door. I took another look at his face, and shut and locked the door. I went back to face the biggest smirk of my life and got down on the floor at his feet. I had to move his left leg over so that I could do as I had been told, and worked my way under and into the tight confines of his desk area. I was so thankful that I couldn’t see his face as I reached up and tugged at the waistband of his briefs. He wasn’t making it easy for me and I had to drag them from under his ass.

I had to physically push his legs apart to get close enough to suck his cock into my mouth. It was hard and throbbing, hot and the veins were pulsing. Mike knew he had won my approval to abuse me in the very way he desired – a way I had obviously decided to allow for my own benefit.

As I slowly took the length of his cock into my mouth over and over, I wondered if my brother was the winner in all this or if I was just getting what I had wanted all along since that daring night last week? I became engrossed in tasting my brother’s entire cock for every nuance. Then, he pushed his chair back from my face and I tried my best to follow him until I was completely out from under his desk. His hands pulled on the sides of my head motioning me to get to my feet.

As I stood upright wondering why he seemingly ended his blowjob, his face turned lustful and he simply stated, “You just accepted my offer, so now, seal the deal.”

I tried understanding what he meant, so as his hands dropped to his sides and his cock stood straight into the air, I got his drift. I moved forward over his knees and sat on his lap. Everything was carnal between us and when I was sure I had read his words correctly, I lifted up and placed the head of his cock between my lips and began sitting down over his shaft. I was right and he wanted what I had heard him refer to several times as the ultimate lap dance. I began bumping my bottom onto his cock and when he smiled over my show of willing cooperation, I fell forward into his chest and buried my face into his neck and out of sight of his glistening eyes. I realized as I fucked him that he had won, one hundred percent. I still wasn’t entirely sure of what a cuckold was, but I was giving him the full go ahead to teach me – or as the site had referred to it, train me to be his cuckold. I knew I could trust him to treat me well, or at least as well as my new station in life as far as he was concerned, and I knew he would never hurt me or expose me for what was to come to anyone we knew.

The more I fucked him, the more I got into it as I ran through all the things I had read online. I had so many questions, but I didn’t want to break the silence that gave me some small measure of deniability. I hugged him tightly as I fantasized about just how wild things might get for me, us, in the future. I thought about his friend Tim and how I had always wanted to get with him and if this path might lead me to that end. I thought about Mike watching me fuck another guy just for me to please him and realized my body was now slamming into his. I became aware that I was grunting and groaning louder than most guys as I fucked my brother for the first time. I had often thought about him fucking me in my wildest fantasies, but never had I guessed that I would be fucking him like this instead. That was when I realized that this was a reward that was worth anything that he might expect of me. Never in my short history of sex had I ever fucked like this, but damn, it was the best fuck of my life. It was like he was allowing me to pleasure myself as intensely as I wanted, all while I was actually taking the first major step in agreeing to be his cuckold.

Just then I realized my brother was shooting his first spurts into me as the warming sensation caused me to lean back, fuck down on him hard, and screamed my way through the best fucking orgasm I have ever had in my life. I gripped his shoulders and stared into his eyes as my body continued to shudder its way to completion. And when it was over, he was every bit as spent as I was.

As I sat on him feeling his shaft slowly shrink within me, he finally caught his breath and my new life began as he said softly, “And so your training begins. You can start by fixing me some bacon and eggs. And don’t bother getting dressed. I like seeing you butt naked. You can sit at my feet while I eat.”

Mike reached behind my head and brought my face to meet his as we kissed long and passionately. I bit my lip as he pulled away, pulled off his now limp cock, and walked out of his room.

I immediately began doing as I was told even as I wondered if part of being his sexual cuckold meant that I was also his slave. I knew I needed more explanation from him later on, but for now I was just happy to know I was pleasing him. I began getting the eggs and bacon out of the fridge before I realized his semen was running down my legs and grabbed a paper towel to wipe myself up. Never had I felt so satisfied after sex, but I seemed driven to please him for what he wanted from me just to keep it coming. When his food was ready, I placed it on the table and went to tell him. He was still nude and offered me his hand and I saw he wanted me to lead him to the table. I saw that I forgot a drink and quickly poured him a glass of OJ, sat it on the table, and as I had planned, took my place on the floor right next to his legs. I rubbed my hand along his leg as he began eating and we exchanged glances several times before he finished. He pushed away from the table, turned his legs towards me and separated them, and pulled my head towards his crotch. He was very flaccid, but I took his cock into my mouth and could smell and taste myself still on him. I couldn’t imagine a more erotic scene.

After a short moment, he told me I was done for the time being and helped me to my feet. I didn’t know what he expected of me, so I finally asked the one thing I needed to hear answered most.

“You’re going to be nice about this, aren’t you?”

With his usual cocky affect, he answered, “I’m going to treat you like a fucking princess. Haven’t I so far? Why don’t you get dressed before someone comes by.”

I went off to get some clothes and then to take a shower. My head was spinning and I knew I was going to check out this cuckold thing on my own computer as soon as I was done. However, hearing my brother assert that he would treat me as a princess made me very happy to have gotten under his desk earlier for his answer. And he was right; he had treated me just as I would have wanted – a sexual princess.

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