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   inc/MF/brother/sister This story contains incest sex.  If this offends
you then do not read.



 
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Chapter 5
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That was supposed to be the end of our relationship. We weren't supposed to talk to each other about sex. We weren't supposed to suggest it to each other or even look at each other like we wanted it. Our time in the hotel room was the be all and end all. But thats not how things happened. We had both just recently broken up with our significant others. That wasn't really a matter of choice for us but more of a matter of circumstance. So when all the dust settled my brother and I had a lot more time to spend at home. And there wasn't much more at home except each other.

It took a few weeks before the sexual tension started rearing it's ugly head. But it didn't all come out at once. We didn't jump on each other at any moment in time. But suddenly spending more time together lead to more awkward moments. We didn't completely ignore our deal at first. Matter of fact things were working out nicely for me. I hadn't done dishes since we left the hotel. There was no need for me to do any of the housework. It was already done. Our relationship was better than it had ever been.

After a few weeks I could feel the long staring gazes from my brother. He would just watch me as I moved about the apartment. It felt desirable when I first noticed his glances. But as those glances turned into outright stares I started feeling a bit self-conscious. On the other hand I can't say I was all innocent. I did go to bed early as usual. But instead of going right to sleep I would sit in the dark long enough for him to come in the room. Then I would peek through the blankets at him.

I had never seen him masturbate before. And after I started watching him through our makeshift wall, I found out why. He always jerked it right before bed. I couldn't help but watch him as he pleasured himself every night. Occasionally I would even masturbate along with him. Not only did he jerk it at night but I also noticed his shower times increased. I also knew what I was doing in the shower and figured he had to be doing the same thing.

Finally after a few weeks my brother made a move. Not directly, but psychologically. He finally decided to start walking from the bedroom to the shower in the buff. This left quite a bit for me to see. I watched as his balls swung from side to side as his cute little ass walked into the bathroom. I heard the shower start and the desire within me finally took over.

I picked myself up and followed him into the bathroom. The steam was rising from behind the shower curtain and I could imagine him rubbing himself behind it. I sat down on the floor and stared towards the shower. I was achingly horny. More importantly I was horny for my brother.

His head poked out from behind the shower curtain. He never said anything to me. Our eyes simply met and he moved backwards, opening the shower curtain just enough for me to see. He started jerking his cock for me. Vigorously moving his cock skin back and forth. I couldn't help but join in with him. I pulled my pants down to my ankles and began to masturbate with him. Occasionally we would glance at each other's genitals but for the most part we maintained our eye contact with our emotions locked between our gazes.

I watched as he turned perpendicular to me and his cock began to shoot cum. He had a pretty good distance going for him. His eyes broke from mine as his orgasm possessed his body. After his orgasm receded away he placed his hands on the curtain rod and watched me as I continued to rub my ever swollen pussy. Our eyes met again as I continued to show off my pleasure for him. I finally made it to my breaking point and my own orgasm peaked throughout my frame. With my brother still looking at me I stood up and pulled my pants back up. Our eyes met again and I could see a look of gratitude in his eyes. I turned and left the bathroom.

Now you would think that with such an intense occasion we wouldn't be able to anything but talk about it. But my brother seemed to want to keep his end of the bargain. He didn't say a word to me about our mutual masturbation moment. No talking about or asking for sex was something he agreed to.

However our indiscretion didn't seem to stop there. We both began to do things to sexually arouse the other while making it look as if it were no big deal. My brother continued with his naked jaunts to the bathroom. I would occasionally follow and join him in a mutual self pleasuring occurrence. On the other hand I began to find reasons to remove my bra or shirt in front of him. I even followed his example with the naked jaunt to the bathroom.

To top it all off we had both begun masturbating at will. If we felt we needed to orgasm we would go ahead and begin playing with ourselves. We offered up no explanation to each other. More often than not the other would join in as if to say that we agreed. It was all a game. Neither of us wanted to talk about sex. To be the one to verbally begin a conversation about sex was deemed wrong in both our minds.

Now that I ponder back on the whole situation I wonder how my brother did it. I'm not sure how he went so long with so much sexual tension without somehow coercing or pressuring me into having sex. Perverts, what I have to tell you next is something I'm not particularly proud of. Sooner or later something had to break. And unfortunately it was me who lost control and went far beyond the necessary requisites for sex.

I am still not proud of what I did. I'm ashamed I wasn't just more direct or that I didn't just push it further during one of our silent mutual masturbation sessions. What I did is rather inexcusable. On the other hand my brother was pleasantly surprised to partake in my perverse actions.

I waited for a Friday night. I wanted all the time I needed without worrying about upcoming tests or homework. I lay in my bed with the lights off. This was completely usual for me. On the other hand I had done something rather unusual. I had prepared before hand. All I needed to do was to wait for my brother to get in bed and fall fast asleep.

When the time was right I went stealthily into his side of our room. I reached under his bed and grabbed for my earlier preparation. I pulled out one end of a previously placed rope. Carefully, silently, and gently I began by tying his wrist. I moved to the other side of the bed and reached for the other side of the rope. Carefully again I was able to secure his other wrist. Without much complication I repeated the procedure with my my brother's ankles.

The circumstances of my thoughts and actions had kept me in a very aroused state. I moved my brother's blankets up off of his hips. I reached into his boxers and pulled his cock out of their conveniently placed hole. With a few wanks of his cock I was able to get him into a somewhat aroused state. I kept jerking him until he had finally gotten hard. It was then that he started to stir about. I could see his sleep wasn't as deep as it had previously been.

I didn't care. I went for it. I moved up on his cock and guided him into my young libertine pussy. With this action he gained full consciousness. It took him a moment to realize what was going on. He jerked his arms and then tested his legs. All four limbs were securely fastened. I began rotating my hips on his swollen member. This seemed to bring me back into his focus. He looked up at me and I began moaning in pleasure.

Perverts, I rode his cock as if I was starved for sex. I bucked wildly upon his manhood. This was the first time I had ever taken charge. This was the first time I ever dominated my partner. I continued to fuck him until he had no choice but to fuck me back. Our bottled-up sexual tension lead to a wild fuck. His cock wasn't able to hold out for long. I felt my orgasm hit me as soon as the first string of cum made contact with my uterine wall. I moaned with pleasure as I had finally used my brother as a sex toy.

My actions seemed so lustful. They were so naughty and so outrageous. It was my brother who finally brought me back to reality. "Would you untie me?"

I looked in his eyes trying to see what he was thinking. With all my might I couldn't figure out what must have been passing through his mind. As I freed one of his wrists he finally told me, "You know, you didn't actually have to tie me up to get sex. All you had to do was ask."

This moment. This one here. Thats the one that made me truly realize what I had done. I was a sexual aggressor towards my brother. I couldn't help but run back to my side of the room and bury my head in my pillow. I cried aloud for some time and my brother left me be to my own thoughts. Those thoughts were simple: I took advantage of my own brother.
