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   inc/MF/brother/sister This story contains incest sex.  If this offends
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Chapter 4
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When I woke the next morning my brother was mysteriously gone. There was no sign of him being there at all. I glanced over at the clock. Almost eight in the morning. I hadn't slept in this late since I got to college. I was so used to waking up between 6:30 and 7:00. That extra hour seemed like almost nothing compared to how late it was when I finally dozed off. However, I did have a decent hotel room all to myself for three hours. I didn't have to checkout until 11.

I sat up in bed and pulled the covers off. The room was rather warm making me very comfortable in the nude. I turned on the television and flipped through the channels. Although the television was blaring at me I wasn't really watching. I felt so relaxed yet so anxious about all the happenings of the day before. I had mistakenly fucked my own brother, broken up with my boyfriend, caused a bloody fight, and then fucked my brother again; the second time on purpose. It was a whirlwind experience.

My thoughts kept taking me from Paul back to my own brother. I was fucking pissed that Paul would do something that stupid. I was a little grossed out that I fucked my own brother. Actually, more than a little. I was upset at myself for letting things go as far as they did. I blamed myself for everything that happened. It was really me who had messed things up. I was the one who didn't stop the sex initially even though I knew it couldn't be Paul. It was me who jumped on Paul causing the fight between him and my brother. It wasn't really a fight but more of a fierce beating. And it was also me who invited my own brother into the jacuzzi tub with me. Even though it was my brother who was so sexually suggestive it was me who gave the go ahead.

Don't you see perverts? It was all my fault. I started all of this. I was the guilty one. This is the point in most stories where we just admit we liked it and start fucking like rabbits. But perverts, thats not how it worked out for us. It was a lot more involved than that.

I heard the doorknob while I was immersed in my emotions of self-loathing, self-pity, and guilt. The distinct sound of an electronic card being swiped and the lock snapping open. I reached for the blanket to cover up. I knew it must be my brother but I also knew it could easily be a housekeeper. I was able to cover up my bottom half before I saw my brother's head peek around the corner.

"Good morning," my brother gleefully sounded off. "Good to see your awake." I smiled at him in response. "Even better to see that your tits are still out."

I donned a look of surprise and pulled the blankets up over my chest. "Stop looking at my tits. You can't do that anymore."

An instant look of disappointment covered his demeanor. "Tits or no tits I brought you breakfast. Being that I'm your slave now I figured you might like something to eat." He moved around to where I was sitting and set a tray on my lap. My brother had gone to the in house restaurant and purchased a nice breakfast for me; waffles, sausage, scrambled eggs, and toast. Then he joined me up on the bed, sitting as close to me as he could.

He just sat there waiting for me to eat. It was a little odd so I asked, "Didn't you get breakfast for yourself?"

"Yeah. I got up a while ago so I ate down there. Sex makes me pretty hungry, especially when its with you."

"Don't be an ass. Just because we did something we shouldn't have doesn't mean you can treat me like some super slut."

"It doesn't make you a slut to like sex."

"No, but am I a slut for fucking you?"

"No. I don't think so."

I took his answer for what it was worth. I knew he was talking to me as if I were a girlfriend whom he just fucked. But I was his sister. I wanted his respect even though I knew I didn't deserve it. The smell of breakfast brought me back to the plate of food. I began to ignore him as I took my first bite. Awkwardly he sat and watched every time I scooped food into my mouth.

"What," I finally growled. "What do you want?"

"Nothing." My brother's response felt like a lie.

"Really? Nothing? Are you still hungry?"

"No."

"Then stop watching me."

"Sorry," he cowered slightly. "I just wanted to look at the cutest girl alive."

I couldn't believe what I had just heard. Did my brother actually fall for me? Good hell. Had he fucked Maria last night instead of me then it would be her in this position. "I'm not all that cute with this big bruise on my face."

"I'm sorry Paul did that to you."

"So am I. I did jump him first."

"If Maria was a guy I would have kicked the shit out of her too."

"Thats nice to know you won't hit a woman. So I guess I'm safe with you."

My brother reached up and caressed my cheek. It hurt a bit but I knew he had good intentions. He finally sat back and watched TV with me while I finished my breakfast.

I handed my brother the empty dishes, "Would you mind putting this on that table?"

"Why can't you do it?"

"Because I'm naked. I don't want to to look at me again or else you will want to fuck me."

My brother relieved me of my dirty dishes. "I want to fuck you again anyways, naked or not." He sat the dishes on the table and looked back at me. "So the deal we made last night, was it uh..."

"Was it what?"

"Was it meant for sex just once last night? Or is it still a possibility before we go?"

I was slightly astounded by this question. I guess I hadn't really spelled that part out. I said I would have sex with him but I figured it was only going to be once. I knew he was fishing for it again. And you know what perverts? Deep down I wanted it too. I knew I shouldn't. I knew that if I fucked him again before we left then it would happen again after that. And once it starts there is no way I could stop. So I did what I could to try to talk him out of it.

"Would you stop trying to pressure me into having sex again. It was embarrassing enough. I don't need all that again."

"Embarrassing? What was so embarrassing about it?"

"You saw me. All of me. Even my pussy."

"Whats so bad about your pussy?"

"You saw it. You almost stopped last night. Once you saw it I thought you were done and this was all over."

"Thats so far from the truth. I stopped to admire your pussy. Its so fucking hot. I have never seen a pussy with big labia like that. It was awesome. And running my dick in and out of it sure felt great. Its like no other pussy I have ever felt before."

"And how many other pussies has your cock felt?"

"Besides yours? Two."

I snickered a little out loud. "With as many women as you take out on dates I figured you were fucking all the time."

"Nope, just a few times."

"So... What feels so different between me and the other two?"

"Do you remember Karen Jones?"

"You fucked Karen Jones?"

"Yeah, virginity and all."

I nearly burst out laughing. Karen was a seriously popular girl. She hung out with my brother for a few weeks and then suddenly decided she no longer wanted to be his friend. I guess this explained it all. "Yeah, I remember Karen."

"Well, her pussy was actually pretty big. I didn't know it then because it was the first one I had ever had. But her pussy could take in quite a bit. I think she got it a lot from the football team."

I couldn't help but laugh. "So what about the other girl? Do I know her too?"

"No. I met her here during my freshman year. She was fun and her pussy was a lot tighter than Karen's. She was really tight. Her pussy was also pretty dry. It was like a continual drought. Even after a torrential rain of oral sex she would dry up like the Mojave. She could get wet enough for me to get in but not so wet to drip down my balls when she rode me. Her cunt was nice but without lube it was like a fine grit sandpaper."

"Why do you have to be so graphic about it all. I'm getting jealous."

"Jealousy? I thought you didn't want to do it again." My brother looked at me while waiting for a response. I successfully ignored him and brushed off the question. "When I saw your pussy I knew I needed to try it. Your's is fucking awesome. It feels like I fit in there. Like I belong in there. Every time I moved my cock in and out I could feel your pussy lips moving with me. That felt really cool."

"So you want to fuck me again because my pussy felt cool?"

My brother smiled at me. "That does have something to do with it."

I could feel my juices flowing. Just hearing my brother describe his desires caused my pussy to arm itself for a fierce battle. But what the hell was I thinking perverts! I was seriously considering this. Not only did I want to fuck him again but I was ready to disregard all thoughts and emotions I had experienced not more than an hour ago. Since I was still naked I was certainly ready for it.

I was finally tired of his persistence. "We have almost two and a half hours left in this room. Do you plan on pressuring me for sex the whole time?"

"I'll try not to," my brother's response seemed so half-assed.

"Alright," I took a deep breath. "I can't believe I'm about to say this. If you go down on me again then I'll let you fuck me." My brother suddenly got a huge look of excitement. "BUT... But you can't talk to me about sex once we leave this room. This room is it. No sex outside this room. At least not with me."

My brother calmed down for a moment. After a period of thought he looked back over at me. "Can I see your boobs?"

"Ugh, your such a perv." I pulled the blanket down exposing my tits to him.

"And I can't even talk to you about sex after we leave this room?"

"No. Not at all. No pressuring me for more. Not even casually talking about it."

He just sat there looking at my tits. If we weren't just talking to each other I would have thought he was sleeping with his eyes open. His eyes seemed to be trying to memorize every inch of my breasts. I finally got tired of the silence. I stood up with the intention of walking towards the bathroom to get my clothes.

"Did you want me to eat you out?" My brother's question seemed a bit odd. I had just explained that to him.

"Excuse me?"

"Did you want me to eat you out?"

My brother's inquiry brought me right back to the conversation which had ended abruptly. "No sex out of this room. Right?"

"OK. I promise I won't talk to you or ask you for sex when we leave."

I moved back to the bed and lay down. I looked him in the eye while biting my lower lip. I spread my legs open for him, "Then get down on that pussy."

He eagerly moved himself into position and began to gratuitously make out with my pussy lips. The soft silky feeling of his tongue caressing up against my wanton lips coaxed out moans from deep inside me. He seemed to be a master at pleasing me. His tongue pushed harder and his mouth sucked in my lips and then out again. I began moaning louder and louder. I felt my body growing to climax. It didn't take my brother long to completely send me over the top. I was seized by a large orgasm. I bucked at my brother's face while the pulsating orgasm completed it's course.

After that orgasm I completely expected my brother to rip off his clothes and begin fucking me. Much to my surprise he didn't. Instead he moved up and laid his head on my shoulder. He fondled my breasts a little and then began caressing my belly, just over my uterus. It felt wonderful.

"So why don't you want to have sex after we leave this room? Why don't you even want to talk about it?" My brother's question wasn't what I was thinking about. I was hoping for him to be in me. I wanted him on top and I wanted to look into his eyes while he got off inside me.

"Because I feel guilty. I woke up this morning and just felt awful for having sex with you."

My brother just continued to lay on me while caressing my belly. The silence that I had become so accustomed to no longer seemed awkward. After he had processed all the information which I gave him he finally spoke, "I understand. I guess if you don't want to have any more sex then I'll be OK with that."

His understanding and candor had done more for me than I could have ever imagined. Although I was naked and completely at his mercy, I felt completely safe with my brother. "Its just not right. We aren't supposed to have sex together let alone be enjoying it."

My brother continued to cuddle into my shoulder nook as he had before. This time he never really said much more to me. He just laid with his head on me while gently caressing my body. After quite a period of time he finally reached down between my legs and ran a finger through my slit. He sat up and looked into my eyes. "I'm not going to ask you to have sex with me. I don't want to have sex with you for my pleasure only. But I am going to ask you something. Do you want sex? Is it something you want to do with me because you desire it and not because I asked you?"

Shit. My brother knew exactly how to get someone else to make the tough decisions. Of course I still wanted sex but I was still trying to work past the social and moral implications of admitting that I wanted to continue on. "Fine, I want it. I do. Does that make you happy? Are you glad I admitted it?"

My brother simply lifted his head, looked at me, and then raised an eyebrow. I felt as if I needed to keep talking. "You know as well as I do that we aren't supposed to do this. And if we get involved sexually then how will we ever keep it between us? Someone is bound to find out and I'm not sure if I want to be known as the incest girl."

My brother sat up and looked at me. He looked as if he was really interested in what I was saying. "And if you were to ever get me pregnant there would be hell to pay. How would I ever explain that to mom and dad? Oh hey dad. Just wanted to let you know I'm pregnant. Oh yeah. The father? Sure you can meet him. Just talk to your son about fucking his sister."

During my whole rant my brother just listened intently. I went on and on unloading all my fears and reasons for not continuing relations with my brother. Then I finally started listing the positives of convenient sex. The comfort that I was feeling just laying there with him. How I felt respect from him. How I had completely fallen for him because of his actions of the previous night. I had finally unloaded all my thoughts and feelings.

He looked me deep in my eyes. Almost as if he were staring into my soul. "But do you want it? Is it a desire you have?"

His question brought me full circle. Here I was going on and on about nothing while my brother waited patiently. "Yes. I want it. You had better get your clothes off and get inside me before I change my mind."

My brother quickly stood up and stripped his clothes. It was quite a treat for me to watch this happen. As he pulled his boxers down I could feel myself becoming ready for his love.

I lay back while my brother took a prone position above me. His cock began to tease my lips and with a little wiggling he gently slid into my willing pussy. This time our sex wasn't really lustful. It felt as if it were a bonding. A deep connection we were creating which would bind us together forever. I could see how he felt as I gazed into his eyes. With every thrust of his hips I could feel myself approaching climax once again. I was once again gripped by muscular contractions rather abruptly. Not only had my body erupted in orgasm but I could also feel my brother's cum filling my womb.

We lay in each other's arms up until check out time. It was with a little regret and a bit of fun that we helped each other dress. As we readied ourselves to walk out the door my brother stopped me. "So is this it?"

"I think that would be best. Don't you?"

"You're probably right. I'll see you when I get home. I've got some things I want to go do."

I smiled at my brother and kissed him. I then headed for the parking lot and rode off on my little scooter. The night before had been a huge whirlwind of emotions and actions. Not only had I found out who really cared for me but I had also broken society's unwritten laws.

As far as Paul and Maria. Well lets just say things worked themselves out between them as well. Once the word got around the music department that it was Paul who gave me a giant black eye he found himself socially castrated. I always tried to be positive and never said anything about what happened that night. It was his own bragging that ended up chasing away most of his friends.

Maria wasn't quite as prepared as I was. Matter of fact she was planning on something completely different than I was. Just one time in bed with Paul and she was pregnant. She called my brother and tried to tell him that it was his. My brother swears up and down that he never had sex with her. I guess she was just trying to find more stability in her life.

After a few years together Maria and Paul had both finally had enough of each other. Paul had gotten abusive towards Maria and they split up. Two kids and a shitty marriage all from a mixed up set of notes. Now I'm glad that all of this happened. It wasn't my life that Paul screwed up.

