Double Step
by Cassie Hamilton
Copyright 2014 Cassie Hamilton - All Rights Reserved
Published by Cassie Hamilton
This book is a work of fiction. All characters are products of the author's imagination and any resemblance to your actual life is awesome, and purely co-incidental. All characters are over the age of 19 and have no blood relations.
Cassie Hamilton
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Description
One day John got home with some news. He told me that he had a girlfriend, but that he was nervous. He had never done anything sexual before. So before doing anything with her, he wanted to practice. And he wanted to practice with me, the girl he grew up with.
Of course I agreed to do it, because I love him.
But I never expected us to get caught in the act by the alpha man of the house. But instead of telling us to stop, he couldn’t resist joining in himself.
There’s a tradition in my family. It’s one of my favorite days every year. Once the summer gets hot enough, and we all get tired of sitting inside all day avoiding the heat, we spend one day at the water park. The same one every year. There are slides, a wave pool, concession stands, basically anything you’d expect. And it was on that day in the middle of summer, that I realized something. It felt very strange at first. I realized that I was attracted to my brother, John.
Now, we weren’t actually related. None of us were. It was just me, my dad, and my brother in the house. No mom. But me and my brother were both adopted. We grew up together, always ending up in the same foster homes, and eventually we got adopted by the same man. So I never thought of him as anything other than my brother. But technically speaking, there was no blood relation between any of us.
So it’s the summer when I’m nineteen. John had just turned twenty. Both me and him are just waiting for the day. And one day, me and John are melting on the couch, and Dad walks in. “Today,” he said. “Today is the day.”
We both knew exactly what he was talking about. “Finally,” said John.
“Go get packed,” said Dad.
We hopped off the couch and ran into our rooms. I grabbed a towel, and then opened the drawer where my bathing suits were. I had a few.
There was the one I’d wore for the last few years. Full body. I also used it when I went to the pool to swim lengths. There were a couple that I’d grown out of, but I was still keeping around because I’m nostalgic. And then there was the new one.
I’d bought it on a whim while walking through the mall just a few months ago. I saw how pretty the woman looked in the poster at the front of the store. And it occurred to me that I’d actually ended up kind of like her. I was a late bloomer. I didn’t get boobs until very recently. I didn’t have hips. I didn’t look sexy at all. Not when I’d started high school, at least.
But now I was done high school. I was still wearing all the same clothes, but standing there in the mall I realized that I didn’t need to be. Now I had a hot body that I could flaunt if I wanted to. I had the curves. The small waistline. The beautiful boobs and the supple ass. So I walked right into that store, tried one on, checked myself out in the mirror for five minutes, and then bought it. It felt good.
But now I had a dilema. Would I actually wear that bikini? In front of my family? At first I wanted to go with the usual. The plain. The boring. It was safe, at least. If I wore that, everything would be the same as last year.
There was an allure though, of wearing something new. Of making things change. Of looking sexy. I’ll admit that it never crossed my mind that it was the men in my own family I would be attracting. I just thought I might get a few hot surfer dudes checking me out. And that would make me feel good. I went with the bikini.
We all piled into the car and rolled the windows down. Sped down the highway to the park. Everyone was excited. Once we got there we split up and all got into our bathing suits. I looked damn fine in mine. Tight skin. Kind of pale, but I liked it that way. I walked out of that changing room expecting people to start looking at me.
And right away, a head spun towards me. Looked down at my feet and then slowly moved up my body, savouring every part. Until he saw my face. And realized that he was checking out his sister. It was kind of awkward.
But I tried to just play it off. I decided to try and make a joke. Looking back, it might have sent some of the wrong signals. I looked down at his feet and slowly looked him up and down. I meant it as a joke, but neither of us laughed. And that is when this weird thing happened.
I started to actually check him out. My brother. He was wearing board shorts. No shirt. And he was kinda… buff. Like, sexy buff, not gross buff. Just nice tone to his muscles. He looked strong. And then I looked up and saw a grin on his face. Beautiful jawline. Nice cheek bones. Hair just the right length. For a second I forgot that he was my brother. For a second I felt like I was back in high school, and he was the boy every girl wanted. But I didn’t want to do anything with my brother. I just found this man incredibly attractive and he just so happened to be my brother.
It was a weird moment. Then my dad walked out and we hit the slides. I felt creepy, but I started to check out dad as well. It was just like… there was a whole new world opened for me. I had never even thought about checking out the men in my family. But now that I was starting to, I started to notice just how good looking the both of them were.
I’d walk slightly behind them and stare at their asses. I’d notice just how thick my dad’s forearms were. How gruff and sexy he was. How young and fit John was. It was all so dirty. It was all so wrong. But it also felt really good.
A few times I noticed John catching me. Noticing that I was staring at him. But he never seemed to dislike it. He always got a bit of a grin. Like he’d caught me wrapping his birthday present. It was nice. Almost like he wanted me to keep doing it.
Eventually we all ended up having splashing wars in the pool. They got pretty physical. I ended up being lifted and tossed by both my dad and my brother. And I got a weird sort of pleasure out of it. I liked being man-handled by them. I liked their grips tightening around my hips as they lifted me from the water. Even if it was just so that they could splash me back down into it.
By the end of the day, we were all in wonderful moods. We all felt fantastic. We all felt much cooler, way better about the summer heat. And that was just like every other year. But there was something else. Something new. For me at least. As we drove home down that highway, tired and happy, I felt something new. I felt horny.
The whole day of looking at sexy men. Seeing them without their shirts on. Staring at their asses when they weren’t looking. It was all so sexy. And the taboo of it - the fact that it was probably illegal for me to pursue either of them - that just made it so much sexier.
By the time we got home, I’d decided that I probably shouldn’t pursue anything though. It wasn’t worth it, because things would get so weird if I tried to make a move and they didn’t respond. That night in bed I just tried to spot t
hinking about them. Thinking about getting fucked by them. Being used by them. I tried to get past all of that. I didn’t succeed, but I promised myself that it would never leave the realm of fantasy. Boy did I end up breaking that promise.
* * *
Over the next few weeks, I continued checking them both out. They were never topless around the house, which was too bad, but I still managed to find them in sexy positions every now and then. John running from the bathroom to his bedroom with just a towel around his waist. Dad bending over to load the dishwasher. It wasn’t much, but it was definitely enough to keep me interested. Which was too bad, because at this point I really didn’t want to be interested anymore. I wanted to get over them.
About a month later, I thought there really was no chance of me ever getting to do anything with either of them. Especially when John came home one night declaring that he had a girlfriend. I told him that was awesome, and I asked to meet her sometime. He said sure. It was all very nice. Friendly. Just normal for a brother and sister.
But then, a week after he said he had a girlfriend, he sat down next to me on the couch. Dad was at work. It was just me and him in the house.
He put his arm around me. He used to do that all the time, but kind of stopped once we hit puberty. It started getting kind of weird. But that didn’t stop him this time. He put his arm around me, looked over at me, and said, “I have a problem, little sis.”
I looked at him. “What’s up?”
“It’s kind of weird. It has to do with my girlfriend.”
“Okay,” I said. I had no idea where he was going with this.
“She has… well she’s been with a bunch of guys before. I am not her first. She’s experienced. She knows what she’s doing.”
He paused and looked at me. Hoping that I would be able to fill in the blanks. But I really had no idea what he was talking about. So he continued.
“I don’t have any experience. I’ve never done anything with a girl. And I really don’t want to disappoint her. I want to make her feel good, you know?”
“Totally,” I said. Somehow I remained oblivious. “But how can I help?”
“You’re really going to make me say it, huh?”
“I won’t know what the heck you’re talking about unless you say it,” I said.
“Okay. Fine. I need to learn how to make a girl feel good. I can’t do that with my girlfriend, because I don’t want to embarrass myself. So I need a girl that I’m totally comfortable around. One who can tell me what feels good and what doesn’t. A girl who I can go down on. Teach me how to do this stuff.”
It finally dawned on me. My eyes went wide. “You want me to be that girl?”
He looked into my wide eyes. “Yes. If you want. It doesn’t have to be weird. And it’s fine if you say no. Do you want to be that girl?”
“Yes,” I said. No hesitation in my voice. It came out almost too enthusiastic. “I mean, like, sure. Whatever. It’s just messing around.”
“Awesome,” he said. “Thanks so much.”
“Well let’s get to it,” I said. I led the way into my bedroom. This was just a lesson for him. It didn’t mean anything. But still, I was going to have my super hot brother going down on me. And maybe, just maybe, if he liked it enough he’d come back for more. That was the plan, anyway.
So I dropped my pants, and my panties, and lay down on my bed. Legs spread. My pussy was there for him to see. And he stared at it. Intently. He wanted it. His little sister showing him her most private parts. I looked down and saw a bit of movement in his shorts. He was getting hard. Just by seeing his little sister lying there without pants on. I was getting wet just from the situation.
“Okay,” he said. He grabbed my knees and spun me, so that my feet were dangling above the floor. He dropped to his knees. His face was just inches away from me. I could feel his warm breath. “So, what do I do?”
I figured this probably wasn’t a good time to tell him that I also had no idea how this was supposed to work. No one had ever done this to me before. “I think you’re supposed to lick it.”
“Alright,” he said. He stared at it for a second. Then he stuck his tongue out, pressed it against me, and pulled it from the bottom to the top.
My whole body shook. It felt almost too good. I let out a sharp breath. Letting out a bit of the tension. “Yep,” I said. “That’s what you’re supposed to do.”
“Now what?”
I looked down at him. There he was with that dumb grin. Looking up at me from between my thighs. My own brother. “I think you just do that again and again,” I said.
“Okay,” he said.
And then he did it. His tongue felt huge and wet, almost like a dog’s tongue hanging out on a hot day. He moved it up and down, first against the outside, but slowly my lips parted and I could feel him getting his face deeper and deeper into me. It felt incredible.
I started to moan. My hands reached out to either side and I gripped the blankets tight. I bit my lip. My eyes rolled back in my head.
Now, I’m sure that there’s more to going down on a girl than just licking up and down. Hitting the clit whenever you get lucky. But there was something more going on here. It was the situation. The fact that he was my brother. That made it feel just that much better.
It made it feel so dirty, but also so right. Why wouldn’t I have sex with one of the men who cared about me most? Who spent a lot of time making sure I was okay? Who was always looking out for me, always had my back? It seemed like my brother was the perfect person to have sex with. The only person who fits those criteria better would be my dad.
And when that thought hit my brain, the idea of being taken by both my brother and my dad, it was basically over already.
John just kept licking with unrelenting rhythm. He was not stopping. He was not going to slow down. He built up speed, and I could feel it coming. I could feel that it was going to happen. My whole body started to tense up, against my will. There was nothing I could do about it. I was about to have an orgasm caused by my big brother.
Then it happened. Suddenly a wave of pleasure spread from where he was, and it covered my whole body. Every muscle relaxed. Every bit of skin became ultra sensitive. But John still didn’t stop.
Every lick sent out another all-powerful wave. It felt incredible. Every wave was bigger than the last. Felt better than the last. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to take it for. Not long. It built up higher. And higher. And higher. Eventually I had to sit up, grab my brother’s head, and pull it away from my quivering pussy.
His face was soaked. He looked up at me with a huge smile, even bigger than normal. All around his mouth was dripping wet. “Well,” he said, “that wasn’t too difficult.”
I smiled back at him, wanting to say something, but then I just fell back again. I was still getting minor hits from the orgasm, and there was no way my legs would be sturdy enough to walk on for a while. I lay there while he stood up and wiped his face off on one of my towels. Then he walked out of the room, and I lay there.
I couldn’t believe that that had just happened. I’d just been eaten out by my own brother. It felt so wrong. So forbidden. But I didn’t even care. It had been - by far - the best orgasm of my life. I didn’t care that my brother had done it to me. I needed more. And I knew that next time, I wanted to go even farther. I wanted to return the favour. I wanted the taste of his cock in my mouth, and I was going to get it.
* * *
The next few days were actually kind of weird. John didn’t mention anything about what we’d done, and I kept my mouth shut as well. Every so often I’d catch his eyes lingering on my shirt just a bit longer than normal, or I’d catch him smiling at me for no reason, but other than that it was like things hadn’t changed at all.
And then one day he came home and said that his girlfriend had broken up with him. Said that she had just dumped him, no idea why. But he didn’t seem sad about it. Or glad. He seemed totally inert. Which gave me an idea.
What if I told him that I had a boyfriend? Used his own tricks against him? That suddenly seemed like a brilliant idea. Even if he didn’t believe me, it would probably work. Clearly he wanted me. If I let him know that I wanted him as well, under the same guise that he’d used, I knew that it would work.
So the next day where dad was working and we were both at home, I sat down on the couch next to him. “So,” I said, “I have a secret.”
“Oh yeah?” he said. It was very easy for me to get him interested.
“Yep. I have a boyfriend.”
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