My Brother’s Cuckold

By Heather ©

Chapter 3

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.

I’d sort of been hiding out in my room for a couple of hours now. I was almost too afraid to run into my brother. Now that my sexual release had been obtained I was feeling all kinds of guilt over having just fucked my own brother. Sure it had been a long time fantasy in the coming, but it was just a fantasy after all. I guess the thing that was really eating at me was my damn nipples. They’ve been hard as marbles all day and that was a very telling thing for me.

It was almost two o’clock before Mike finally came to my room to find me. I harbored a slight resentment over the way he had treated me as his personal slave earlier and demeaned me even as I was working to pleasure him sexually. It was impossible however for me to clearly understand my role in everything that had happened. I was torn between being pissed off to the max and the anticipation of what my brother was thinking about all this. The really hard thing for me was facing Mike. I knew that after the dirty little things that had happened this morning that one good look at him would leave me helpless to make any proper decisions. We girls always talk about how guys are led around by their dicks, but I knew we were just as prone to making bad choices just for the thought of a moment of good sex.

“I thought we should talk before mom gets home.”

I had to agree with him there. I just didn’t know what I wanted, or what he was going to inform me of since I had spent an hour on my computer finding out about cuckolds. I had found that there seemed to be a new era definition of the term that differed from the original meaning of the word. Nowadays it was applied to men as well, and even turned from a woman providing sex for men at their lover’s request to the emasculation of men at the hands of a woman and/or her extracurricular lover. I saw that as contradictory. A man in the old days cuckolded his wife with at least some amount of esteem. Now when it’s applied to men, it’s just the opposite idea in that the goal seems to be to destroy his self-esteem by forcing him into impossible situations just to embarrass him sexually, which in turn satisfies him in some way. However, during my reading I did find many aspects to being a cuckold that I found very intriguing. Even the demeaning spirit applied to women these days seemed to be a huge turn on for me. Getting called nasty names and tormented verbally during sex always seemed to be a part of my private fantasies, so even though I would find it impossible to state to my brother, it was an element that I saw as a secret desire.

I finally mustered up the ability to broach the heart of the subject, all the while still assuming my brother was now truly my keeper. “What exactly… what do you expect of me? I’m not going to wait on you hand and foot like this morning. And if anyone ever finds out about any of this it’ll be over forever.”

Mike chuckled and replied, “That’s funny! Forever? I see you’ve been putting a great deal of thought into this new arrangement. Of course this is going to stay between us, well, and maybe a few other people down the road. But you can feel safe in that no one will ever know about our little secret around here.” He walked over to my desk and took my computer out of sleep mode and I was embarrassed when what I had been researching was still on the screen. My brother looked over the site quickly and then turned back to me. “Well, as always, you just had to know everything, huh? Then I guess you know there’s a difference between being a cuckold and a slave. You’re not going to be my slave, all the time of course, but when I want you, you’ll be mine. Don’t you see the difference in how I used you this morning? I had you make me my breakfast because you were still in my servitude. You didn’t willingly sit at my feet as I ate because you were feeling like a slave – you did that because you were being a good girl for me.”

He was right! I had stayed under his thumb because I hadn’t felt like I had finished what we had started. As soon as he released me, I was back to my old life again. I was beginning to feel better about things.

I asked, “Just what are your plans for me then?”

With a broad grin plastered on his face he asked, “What are you?”

My silence and confused look invited his repeating the question.

I realized what he wanted to hear, turned my eyes from his and stated, “I’m your cuckold.”

“See, that wasn’t so hard, was it? I just wanted to make sure you knew that. And because you have accepted that fact, I’m going to offer you something that most cuckolds don’t enjoy. I’m going to let you tell me what kind of things you like, and what kinds of things you want me to stay away from. After all, you’re my sister and I love you. I don’t want to piss you off. I do want to take advantage of what I know though. So… tell me.”

I was glad to hear his words, but wasn’t sure of how to answer him. I stammered around for a few moments until he saw the trouble I was having and helped me along.

“I know a lot about some of the things you like already. For instance, I know you like being… shall we say, managed. I know you like me being dominating over you. I know you like being fed. And I even saw how turned on you got when I mentioned watching you fucking around with another guy. But it’s what you wouldn’t like that I want to know to keep from pissing you off.”

Again, I felt better because so far he had hit the nail on the head; four direct hits.

I stuttered through, “I don’t know. I just… I’m just afraid that… I’m not sure what I wouldn’t like. It’s hard you know! Put yourself in my place. You know how humiliating it is what you’re asking of me.”

“Okay then, how about this. If I’m not sure what you’re going to think about something, I’ll give you a code word to end that part of things. No, two words! Say the word… ‘uncle’ in a sentence and I’ll back off. But if you want to try it out or you’re not sure about how you feel, work the word ‘aunt’ into a sentence. Okay with that?”

I smiled for the first time since he came in and answered, “Yeah, I like that. I can live with that.”

“You’re a real fucking slut under that prim and proper façade of yours, aren’t you?”

That didn’t require an answer and he knew it. So now it seemed like we had worked out the bigger details of our new relationship and it seemed far less embarrassing than I had imagined it would be. Wow! I’m a fucking cuckold! A sudden surge of sexual energy raged through me as I took that now as a solemn fact. I had just come to terms with my place in all this, but… what was he now.

“If I’m the cuckold, then what does that make you?”

My brother thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know. I don’t like the term master. What would you like to think of me as?”

Another choice? I was a privileged cuckold, wasn’t I? I started thinking out loud to see what we could both live with and what sounded right. “I don’t know… but I know I don’t like master either. I guess it needs to sound like a dominant title, but I don’t really like other people thinking I’m constantly groveling.”

Mike burst out laughing which hit a raw nerve.

“What’s so damn funny?”

“Other people? You really made a Freudian slip there, didn’t you?”

I could feel my face turning beet red. He was right; very right.

I tried to save face by getting back to things at hand. “I read, both on your site and the things I read, that you expect to train me to behave a certain way, so how about tutor.” I saw he didn’t fall in love with the name, so I quickly suggested, “Coach?”

“Coach… yeah, I like that. Yeah then, let’s go with coach. Try it out and let’s see how it sounds.”

I got all giddy over his instant exuberance and tried to put together a not so embarrassing way to use it. I decided to kill two birds with one stone since I could feel my lower half growing excited just talking about my new life so openly. “So, Coach, do I get to know what my first lesson as your cuckold will be?”

“Fuck no! I do like your attitude, but knowing things up front would only diminish your enthusiasm to properly perform your service to me. However, rules are made to be broken from time to time. So, in that spirit I’ll give you a heads up. Tonight will be your first real test. No underwear at all, be quiet unless asked a direct question, and um… how should I put this – swallowing is a must.”

I smiled knowing that this itch I had at the moment was about to get scratched.

“And,” he continued, “you did say that my cum was the only stuff you’ve ever consumed before, right?”

A shudder ran through me at that. Was he implying that he was already going to pass me onto someone else? That idea both freaked me out and aroused my interests. I guess my inward stare told him as much and he wrapped his arms around me and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry about it; you’ll do fine. I’ll be right there all the time.”

I began trembling over my first mission to please my new coach. But that fear quickly subsided when Mike began forcing his hand into my shorts. I knew he was just copping a quick feel so I tried to keep from getting all excited and even tried pulling his fingers away from my hot spot. He rebuked me for not allowing him his due and I dropped my hands for him to have his way.

“And another thing Sinsin, at least a couple of times a day I want you to provide me with a cheap thrill to keep me… loving life. A flash, a feel, a quick plunge down onto the hydraulics. I don’t really care what it is, but a good cuckold likes to keep her coach enthused. Understand?”

As the meek and polite girl a good cuckold should act, I respectably answered, “Yes sir, I mean yes Coach.”

After Mike got his fill of feeling me up, I was alone to ponder my fate tonight. All I could do was smile when I realized that the first thing I started doing was picking out my clothes for later. I decided to go as bare as possible and chose a pair of short shorts and a loose fitting top that left my entire midriff exposed. My nipples were so frigging hard I began playing with them and dreaming about all the possibilities that might await me.

Tonight seemed so far off and I decided to lie down and nap away some of the time. I fell asleep thinking, “Wow, I’m really a fucking cuckold.” I think a good part of my thrill in that thought was that I had this whole new exciting secret life where I could be that naughty little girl hidden deep in all of us and nobody would ever find out. I fell asleep on my side with my hands clasped between my thighs.

I was awakened a few hours later with two hands sliding up under my top to grope at my breasts. My eyes sprung open and I could tell I had slept way too long. It was Mike and I instantly pulled my hands away so that he could do as he wanted, as per our agreement.

“I told mom that you didn’t feel too well. She was going to wake you up for supper, but I told her you were going out with me to a friend’s house and that I would get you something to eat first. I lied though… you’ll be eating there. Hurry up and get ready. We’ll be leaving in a half hour or so.”

As soon as he removed his hands, I told him I needed to take a shower and grabbed for my clothes. I took a last look at him on my way to my door and reminded him as politely as possible.
“Remember, you said you’d be nice to me.”

Somehow his smile assured me that he would be taking very good care of me. A half hour later we were on the road and I was trying to find a way to ask my brother just what he had in mind for me. His choice was apparently to keep me in suspense by virtue of his silence. When I couldn’t take my fear of the unknown any longer, I at least had to confront my greatest fear.

“Can you at least promise me one thing?”

When nothing came back but a quick turn of his head, I rephrased my question. “Can you at least promise me one thing, Coach? It’s not about what you have planned for me.”

“What?”

“Can you promise me that no one is going to know me?”

Just as briefly he stated, “I already did.”

With my fears depleted I turned my mind to the hints he had given me earlier. I strongly suspected that there was going to be another guy at the end of this ride, but the thought of how things were going to transpire made me fidget and I could tell I was getting a little wet. When Mike told me that we were getting close to our destination I became more than a little anxious. I grabbed at his arm and told him I wasn’t sure if I could go through with this, but he informed me that that was the reason for my training and why he was going to introduce me to our new situation slowly.

I was a bundle of nerves as we pulled off the highway and into a bowling alley parking lot. God, what did he have in mind? I began asking Mike what was going on, but he told me to remember his demand to be quiet. I watched as he went into the business and for some reason I began running my fingers under the crotch of my shorts. I was thoroughly wet and wholly slippery. When I saw Mike coming back to the car by himself, I began wondering if he was trolling for any stranger available that might wish to take advantage of me. And then I wondered if there was going to be anyone else at all. He opened my car door and ordered me out. I was then led to the side of the business, and then around to the back door. I looked around for witnesses not knowing what was about to happen.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the door banged open and out came two guys. I was choked with fear as I sized them up. Both were in their early twenties, white, and not so bad on the eyes. They said their hellos to my brother and then began eying me up and down. I knew that guys most often look at the body parts they wish to get at the most. One was looking straight at my crotch, but the other was either very polite, or saw my mouth as the orifice that pleased him the most.

I was standing off to the side and other than their stares, I was left out of their discussion; until that is their discussion moved on to my brother’s little sister. I was floored! Why would he tell them that we were siblings? I wondered if part of Mike’s thrill was to have men using his sister and knowing just that. As I listened while trying to keep my head turned away, their words became far more belligerent towards me just as Mike’s had earlier today. Then the topics turned blatantly sexual. And now I was feeling like a piece of meat. But wasn’t that one of the things that I found enticing about being a cuckold?

The taller man called me over to him and as I slowly walked within his reach, he spun me around so my back was against his chest. When he saw I wasn’t fighting his efforts, he wrapped his arms around me and ran one hand up and one down. I hunched over a little as he grabbed my crotch until he purposefully jerked me back upright. My brother and the other guy were staring at us as the guy felt me up freely. As soon as he had worked his huge hand into my shorts, one of his fingers snaked right into me. I started to hunch over again in reaction, but his other hand was holding me up by a firm grip on my left tit. He was definitely the kind of guy that had an aggressive, course way about him.

“Some little sister you have here. You ever get a little off of her?”

As if to bolster his stance, I was someone shocked when he replied with, “Shit… I’ve had her ass since she was twelve.”

I glared at him and took stock of my code words. I had no reason to use them yet, but with an audience I wasn’t having as much fun as I might have imagined. That was when Mike wanted to see his sister and how she worked with the opposite sex. He ordered me to give my molester some sugar and to warm up to him. The guy was all for that and released his grip on me. I turned around, looked up into his eyes, and had to stand on my toes to kiss him. That did the trick and I was soon melting into his chest. He wouldn’t let me go, so I kept kissing him as passionately as I could muster. With his hands wringing my ass, I finally became emboldened. I dropped one of my hands to his crotch and began rubbing and feeling for some measure of what I was in for, and I was a little shocked to feel how hard he already was for me. Then again, a girl is always flattered to know a guy is hard over her.

The man broke away from our kiss and spoke to my brother. “Damn, man, I could take this little thing all night long. Can I fuck her?”

I snapped my head around and watched my brother telling him that maybe he could later on. I had dwelled exclusively on giving someone a blowjob, but hardly a thought went into what I would do if someone was going to fuck me. I went back to working on the man’s cock through his pants and wondered what it would be like to fuck some anonymous man right here in this darkened alley. Then my brother added, “One of you can fuck her. The other only gets a go at her mouth. She gets to pick which of you gets what.”

I tried to pretend that I had nothing to do with any of this. The other guy said that he needed to have a go at me to win his choice from me and I was passed right into his waiting arms. He began molesting me just as his friend had, and I instantly began doing to him what the other man had received. His cock was just as hard for me, but a little smaller. He kissed pretty well, too. But when it came to fingering me, he was a whole lot better. He took his time and opened my shorts first. He even went slowly to work what appeared to be two fingers up into me. He even knew how to use his thumb to frig my clitoris while working his fingers all around inside of me. All I can think of, even as they continued talking about me, was how I had been passed so easily between two men. I found it a huge compliment to know both of these guys were so hot for me.

The first guy asked Mike if I was any good at sucking cock and that was when things really became the stuff cuckolds are used for, at least as far as I had read. Mike told the guy I was engaged with to let me go and I was turned around to face him.

Looking directly at me he ordered, “Tell the guys what you are to me.”

Hardly able to speak the truth, I said, “I’m your sister.”

“What else are you to me?”

My lips began trembling as I realized what he wanted to hear. “I’m… I’m your cuckold.”

My torment began in true earnest as the cuckold I had just declared myself to be.

“Get over here and show these guys how well you suck cock.”

I was reluctant and it took a moment to be so brazen, yet somehow I managed to stand in front of my brother. I looked at the guys’ faces and dropped to my knees. They were taking in every one of my movements. I worked slowly to get my brother’s shorts and briefs down to his knees, and after looking back at the guys one last time, I began fellating him. A small cheer went out and that inspired me. I heard my brother ask me what I was working for and answered him, “Your semen. I want your semen.”

He allowed me to continue for a minute and then ordered me to stand up and turn around. His hands went under my very loose halter top and lifted it to show off my girls. I was glad to see that the men seemed to like them. My brother pulled me back against his chest and asked me loud enough for all to hear, “Which one you want to feed you?”

I couldn’t believe he was putting me on the spot like that. Was he really going to make me say out loud which man would have the right to shoot his cum in my mouth? It was humiliating to say the least. Mike repeated his question and I wanted to die. Finally to end my embarrassment I knew I had to pick one of them to use my mouth. That also meant the other guy would get to fuck me. I was less afraid of the second guy and ever so slowly I lifted my hand and pointed to him.

Mike kicked up my humiliation again and asked, “Is that the one you want to feed you? Huh, you want his cum in your belly?”

I nodded my head shyly, but Mike wanted more and told me to answer him.

“Yes, I want him to feed me.”

“So, you want the other guy to do what?”

I turned back to try to show my dismay to my brother, but when I saw how into this he was, I turned to the man and said, “I want you to fuck me.”

They both hooted over my verbalization of what they had won from me. Oddly enough, their excitement drove me into a fit of heat. So, when Mike pushed me forward, I immediately did as he ordered.

“Pick one and get busy. You hungry or you want to get stuck first?”

I looked at both men and made my choice. After seeing how turned on Mike was, not to mention how horny I had become, I became the outgoing cuckold they all wanted. I pointed to the man on my right and stated out loud, “I want to get fed first.” I walked over to him and stared down at his crotch as he feverishly tore his jeans open and pushed them down. I reached out and took a hold of his cock and marveled over the smoothness of it. My brother was the only guy I had ever wanted to swallow for before now, but as I went to my knees between this strangers’ legs, I turned into a ravenous whore for his load of sperm. I flipped my hair back out of my face and went right to work sucking on his cock. Several times I looked out the corner of my eyes to see Mike and the other man waiting his turn with me. They were clearly excited to no end. That spurred me into putting on the best show I could muster. I began gagging myself and when I choked and the guy asked if I was okay, I retorted rapidly, “I’m okay! Just keep going.” I moved his hands to the back of my head and he took my lead and began pounding at my face.

My sounds of an exuberant blowjob were causing a lot of chatter between all three guys. And in another minute, I could tell my recipient was ready to cum. He turned out to be somewhat of a gentleman and actually asked me if I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I pulled away just long enough to spat out, “No, I want you to feed me. Just do it.” And again I grabbed his hands as if to show him how to hold my head for the best result.

That was all it took to lose his softer side and he rammed his cock deep into me just as he began shooting his cum. As with my brother, my head went back to receive my reward and I relaxed for him to take full control of my head. Unfortunately, he didn’t have nearly the amount of ejaculate as my brother, but it was clearly the action that was turning me on so fucking much. He also went flaccid much quicker than my brother, but I made sure to stay latched to him until I got every drop. I wiped him off with my lips tightly pursed against his failing cock as I pulled away from him. I stood up to cheers and banter over my abilities, and after looking Mike’s way, went to stand in front of my second pursuer.

I waited for him to say how he wanted to take me. I had been thinking about how he would want to do it, but I never would have guessed his choice. He reached out his hand and I gave him mine. The second he grabbed it I saw no return. He spun me around, ripped my shorts down to bare my ass, and then tore my top over my head. I couldn’t believe that I was suddenly standing there nude in front of all of them. The gentle breeze made my hardened nipples ache for attention. With a push on my back, I was folded in half into a very awkward position while he groped my entire vulva and ran his fingers through my lips, and dove several fingers into me as if to see how much I could take.

In a flash, I was stood upright, spun around towards the wall, and pushed up against it. A hand pulled my ass out and I could hear the guy pulling his pants open at fever pitch. This guy knew nothing about romance and immediately ran his cock head between my lips looking for the sweet spot. When he felt it, one shove had half of his cock inside of me and I was struggling to accept his assault. Being so much shorter than he was left me struggling to stay on my tip toes. In seconds he was fucking me like a piston. I leaned the left side of my head against the wall and just when I realized I couldn’t do anything but endure his actions, the door opened and two guys looked right out at us. I couldn’t believe it. I had become a live porn show for them and it took a very stern warning from the guy fucking me before they went back inside and left us to finish. I couldn’t imagine what they thought of me out there with one guy fucking me against the wall and two other guys standing there watching. It was humiliating to be caught like that, especially since there was no way I could have stopped the motion or covered up.

I don’t think I ever had a guy as big as this guy was, nor as animalistic. When I thought he was getting ready to get off, I was torn away from the wall and he held me in midair while he fucked me. I saw my brother’s face and he was totally beside himself over my rough treatment. But it grew worse. The hands holding me up slipped from my boobs down to my waist. And that left me flailing and falling forward towards the ground, yet still attached to his cock. When my hands hit the pavement, my legs went out wide and the guy was holding me to him by my hips as he drilled me. Now I was totally a show for the other guys benefit. I was turned around so they could see how I was getting it and again my brother was in heaven watching me be taken in such a primitive way. It was a constant struggle to keep my hands under me to support my weight as the guy kept moving me around. I kept slipping forward only to be caught and reattached to this tool driving into me. I heard Mike telling the guy, “Fuck the shit out of her man. Make her scream.”

I couldn’t possibly scream. I could hardly do anything but gasp. And finally it happened. The guy began grunting and slamming into me to make his deposit. I was just glad that it was nearly over, and it wasn’t until he was nearly done with me that I began enjoying the feel of being in this ridiculous position. I was just about to have my own orgasm just as the guy suddenly released his grip on my hips – and I fell to the ground. The fucker just dropped me the second he was done. And the wildest thing became very apparent to me as I picked myself up off the ground. The guy’s sperm was immediately running down my legs and I felt my lips. What I found I had never experienced before; I had a gaping hole in my vagina. It was just wide open. At first I held my hand over it as if I was injured, but when I realized it was just from the size of this guy’s cock, I went to pick up my clothes.

Again, the back door opened and two more guys came out lighting up cigarettes. When they saw me standing there in the nude, their eyes bugged out and I rushed to get myself covered up. The new guys were told how they had just missed out of having a turn at me and I flashed my eyes to Mike’s when my last guy asked if I had time to take on two more men. Thankfully Mike told them that I had had my fill for the night.

As soon as I got my clothes on, I went over to Mike and asked him quietly if we could leave now. He had one last duty for me to perform first. He told me to go thank the men for what each had given me. If that was all that was left to do, no problem. I went over to the guy that had just fucked me, gave him a kiss and thanked him out loud for fucking me. As I walked to my first guy, the newcomers eyed me so powerfully that when I kissed my guy and thanked him, I made it very obvious what the thank you was for.

“Thank you very much for letting me feed on you.”

I heard two very audible gasps from the new guys as I turned to stand next to my brother again in hopes that he would want to leave now. I have to admit that saying that made me smile deep inside someplace. Again and despite my anxiety, I went nuts again as I heard my body jumping in glee and thinking, ‘wow, I’m officially a cuckold now’. I’m not sure why, but I was a mess about this cuckold thing. One minute I was afraid for my life and the next I was beaming with pride over it. Either way, enough was enough and I was ready to leave. And it seemed like Mike was saying his good-byes as well. Then a very strange thing happened. I saw both of the original dudes put something into my brother’s hand. The way they did it almost looked like they were given him drugs, and I knew Mike didn’t get into that stuff.

As we were making our way back to our car, I had the most unusual feeling between my legs. It felt like my vagina was still a gaping hole and it felt like I could feel the guy’s sperm still draining from me. I finally had to take a quick feel around the leg hole of my shorts and though I had regained use of my muscles to close me up, I was a sopping, sticky mess.

After we got back on the highway I was ready to lay into my brother, but first I wanted to know what the guys had given him. Mike smirked, reached into his pocket and produced several bills that he handed me. I thumbed through them in horror and screamed, “You prostituted me. What the hell? And for forty dollars?”

Mike began laughing, which infuriated me, but then told me something that seemed somewhat acceptable to me. “It’s not like that. Yeah, they paid me, but not for the sex. The sex was free and always will be, but since this was your first time, I charged them for being the first to partake of my cuckold. Hell, I needed some gas money and this was the best thing I had to sell. It was sort of like arranging someone to take your virginity. Why do you think they each got different ends of you?”

I kept looking at the money crumpled in my hand until Mike put out his hand. He wanted the money back and I really didn’t want anything to do with it, so I handed it back to him - I sort of felt like I was paying my pimp.

With a good deal of trepidation, I asked my brother, “Soooo, what do you think? Did you like my audition?”

His smile told me almost as much as his words ever could. However, his words were pretty enlightening and inspiring to me. “I thought you did your job very well, actually. Tell me, what did you like and hate the most?”

I happened to notice the crotch of his shorts seemed taut, so I reached over and grabbed onto a severe erection. While I rubbed him a little I was thinking how to answer him. Finally I came up with, “I think it’s a tie for what I found the most intoxicating. You know at the end… when the guy was doing me as I was nearly upside down… well,” I began blushing like crazy, “as weird as that was, it was such a primal… animalistic thing. I can’t imagine anything wilder than that.”

Mike asked, “And that tied with…?”

I hung my head in my hands over how embarrassed I was, having to admit to my brother exactly what I had in mind. I raised my head, rolled my eyes up, and answered, “You know when we were in the middle of things, and I was pressed up against the wall…”

“Yeah…”

“I wasn’t able to move an inch while he was… doing that to me, and suddenly the door opened up and out came those two guys? I was so horribly embarrassed to be caught in that position and not able to cover up, and exposed as the receiving end of… that. It made me feel like a cheap whore. You think I’m out of my fucking mind now, don’t you?”

My brother chuckled and replied, “No, not at all. Some of the oddest things seem to turn us on the most. After all, telling those guys that you were my sister was a massive turn on for me. When I saw your reaction to them knowing, I nearly blew my load. I mean, what can be more outrageous than cuckolding your own sister. And you were a fucking champ! All in all, did you like your first experience?”

I thought for a long moment, and told him, “Yeah… yeah, I think it was pretty fucking wild. We’ll have to talk about it some, but I think… I think I really liked your first shot at, well, abusing me.”

“Abusing you? What’s that suppose to mean?”

“Well, isn’t the whole cuckold thing about abusing another person, you know, in a way that actually turns them on?”

“Is that how you see it?”

“Pretty much! It’s not a bad thing, at least as far as I see it. I mean, you pretty much read me like a book. I never would have had the guts to do those things I did back there. But as my coach, you sort of forced my hand. Believe me, there’s a lot about this cuckolding thing that I could get into. Just as long as you are nice about it and make sure I don’t get hurt, anyways.”

“Okay, okay… but you never answered what you hated most about tonight.”

I ran through the events and started to say something a couple of times, but I realized they were things that had just scared me. In a way, they were like part of a roller coaster. The scares that turn out making you say, ‘wow, that was awesome’ – at least after you live through it. I had to tell him the truth.

“I guess there really wasn’t anything too terrible. Mostly it was embarrassing, or frightening, or just hard to take.” I turned to see my brother looking a little fearful as if he was afraid I would be mad about something. Considering that my first plunge into the world of being a cuckold had gone a lot better than I had expected, I didn’t want him to feel bad over anything. I decided to boost his ego for two reasons: I wanted him to know that he hadn’t really forced me into anything that I hadn’t been a willing participant in, and that I really had begun to like this idea of being controlled – at least by someone that I could trust as much as my brother. And if I had my way, I wouldn’t want that to end just yet.

“Look, Mike, yeah, tonight was a very weird night, for sure. But everything has been weird over the last week. And we went into this together and I’m not going to blame you for doing something that… something that gets me off like this. Stop worrying about me, I’m not a little girl – I won’t break that easily. Now I think we should celebrate you being an excellent Coach.” I reached for his crotch again and added, “And I haven’t gotten the feeling yet that my Coach has released me for the night.”

I batted my eyes flirtatiously and felt my brother’s crotch grow hard under my touch again. Mike grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me closer to him, and I began rubbing his cock through his shorts. He wrapped his arm around me and I felt very close to him, not like a girlfriend, but just really close to him. Like I could tell him anything and not be embarrassed for him to know. Like I could do anything with him, and not feel bad about it. I guess that’s because this whole cuckold thing was about sex, and I was finally realizing that I really liked sex, at least this version of it.

I assumed we were heading home when we were a few blocks from our house, but then he pulled over at the park. This is where things really took off between us and I was sort of happy that he brought me back here. It sort of felt like a celebration for a fruitful night, but I still had to play the naïve little girl – it just seemed called for.

“What are we doing here?”

Mike opened his door and pulled his arm free from me as he got out. “I don’t want to lie to mom. I told her I would make sure you got something to eat.”

I grinned and mentioned how I had already been fed once tonight.

“That? That was just an appetizer.”

He helped me out of the car and as we made our way into the park, I just had to tell him something I had noticed.

“You know, I noticed that that guy didn’t have nearly as much cum as you. Is that normal? Or does it vary from guy to guy? Because I have to tell you, I know I’m about to get the main course with you now.” And then to make light of my whorish new life, “And man, am I hungry.”

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