“Is this better?”
“Oh yeah, do it faster…fuck…oh, fuck, Ashley…”
My fingers plunged past the slick folds of my opening in rapid succession. I ground against them as I jacked off Brendan, who was thrusting his hips against my closed fist while I jacked him off. The desperate ache in my belly subsided and the pleasure took over.
“Keep going…like that…” Brendan said through his teeth.
“Is big brother going to come? Ooh, I can’t wait to see it.”
Ragged breaths tore out of him and his chest rose and fell from the sudsy water with each one. His eyes were closed tight and he seemed ready to explode at any moment. I could feel his cock swell and stiffen under my hand, and then he let out a low, rasping groan.
“Coming…oh fuck, I’m coming, Ashley…oh…ohh…”
Brendan’s entire shaft pulsed rigidly in my pumping hand and he came. Jets of hot, pearlescent semen gushed out around my fingers and into the foamy water. I kept going until his cock became flaccid and every drop had been pulled out of him.
“Nice and clean. You feel better now?” I asked. Brendan weakly nodded. “I saw how frustrated you were watching that porno, so I figured you wouldn’t mind if I helped out with that, too.”
With a quick swish through the water, I rinsed the remaining come off my hand. After using the towel to dry myself, I stood up and walked over to the door. Brendan looked absolutely spent. I seriously doubted his ability to even form words at that point.
“I’ll let you take it from here. Pizza sound ok tonight? We’re out of just about everything.”
After another wordless, stunned nod from Brendan, I shut the door.
The next afternoon, I was walking down the aisles of the grocery store in a thick fog of thought. Even though I’d been right there and felt his throbbing cock erupt in my hand, I still couldn’t believe what I’d done. Brendan was basically my brother, even if it wasn’t biological. His Dad had married my Mom and they moved in with us when I was just a little kid. We were pretty much raised together.
On the medicine aisle, I browsed the condoms, wondering which ones would fit him the best. There were all types, and colors, and different sizes, too. To be honest, I’d never really thought much about it before. In the end, I grabbed a box that looked about right and tossed it into the cart.
I considered it a smart decision. We really ought to use some kind of protection, after all. Now that I’d taken things this far, it was only a matter of time before we fucked. The exciting tingle in my belly rose up again at the prospect. I’d have to see if I could “convince” him as soon as I got home. Brendan had spent the rest of the previous night avoiding me.
I’d never felt a man unload inside me before, though. What did it feel like, really? I could only imagine that sex without a condom had to be more intense, more intimate. Then, there was always the risk of getting pregnant.
“Pregnant by my big brother…” The tingle swirled around inside me as I considered it. A picture of myself with a swollen belly came to mind, with Brendan happily feeling for the baby to kick. Such a thing was so deliciously sinful and taboo…but aren’t most fantasties?
I held the box of condoms up and looked at them. “Just once couldn’t hurt, could it? Really, what were the chances that Brendan would knock me up in one go? They had to be something astronomical, didn’t they?” Before I made it past the produce aisle, I quickly deposited the box of condoms on top of the cucumbers. As I walked to the checkout line, I giggled to myself at what people would think when they found them.
When I made it home, Brendan was sitting in his room on the bed. He had a regretful, sad look on his face. “Sis, we really need to talk about what happened earlier.”
I sat down next to him and crossed my legs. “Ok. I’m listening.”
“I really, really enjoyed it. What you did…that was incredible.”
“Good,” I said and slid closer to him. “I’m glad you liked it.”
Brendan put one bandaged hand against my knee. “But – we can never, ever, ever do anything like that again, Ashley. My God. Don’t you know how much trouble we could get in if Mom and Dad found out? Never mind that we’re, you know, related to each other.”
“Not really.” I rolled my eyes playfully. “How would they find out, anyway?”
“I don’t…I don’t know! Stuff happens! You know Mom and Dad. When they think something’s up, they turn into Watson and Sherlock Holmes.”
Despite his words, I got up on all fours and crawled over to him. My needs had gone unfulfilled long enough. Brendan had his release. It was my turn. He leaned back in surprise and fell over with me right on top. “And what’s wrong with a little sister just helping out her big brother, who can’t even open a can of soda by himself?”
“Ash, you know it’s more than that. I…I…”
And then I kissed him. That shut him up, alright. My lips crushed against his and he responded in kind. He couldn’t fool me. I knew what Brendan had been wanting, and it wasn’t just a soapy handjob in the bathtub. As I ground against him, I felt his cock spring to life between my legs.
“Someone’s come out to play again,” I whispered hotly into his ear.
I stepped off the bed and removed my shirt. As he watched me undress, Brendan unzipped his pants and slid them down. His manhood was stiff and ready, and glad to be free. Soon, all of our clothes lay in a messy pile next to his bed.
While he was lying on his back, I encircled my hand around his pulsing, hot member again. I felt it twitch at the contact, and I stroked it lightly; just enough to tease. Then, without a word, I lowered my head and engulfed his hardness in my mouth.
“Oh!” Brendan let out with a gasp. I felt his fingertips press into the soft flesh of my rear as I pleasured him with my twisting tongue. He wanted to touch me, but his injured, bandaged wrists were getting in the way.
I stayed like that for a while, bobbing my head and sucking on the tip of his member. The flavor of precum sank into my tongue and I swallowed. Down my throat it went, like a saccharine, liquid treat. With a steady hand around the base of his shaft, I pumped him, guiding his pleasure.
“I want to taste you,” he said with a moan and tried to pull me to him. I obliged by climbing into the bed and straddling his face between my legs.
There, I bent over and tucked my knees into the sides of his chest. A captivating sense of heat ran over my skin and I pressed my breasts against his belly. I could smell his intoxicating cologne again, an indulgent memory that I’d saved away, but now it was more than just that.
“Do a good job back there, big brother. Make me nice and wet, ok?”
He answered with his warm, wet tongue, which sent a spiraling jolt of pleasure through my midsection. He glided it across my sex just as I wrapped my lips around his cock again, drawing a long groan out of me. Brendan started by licking softly around the outside and graduated to tenderly nibbling my labia between his lips.
I fought the urge to grind roughly against his sucking mouth. He was filling me with so much pleasure, but the deep-seated ache inside me demanded more. When I finally couldn’t take it for another second, I lifted myself off him and spun around.
“Sis? W-what are you doing?”
His cock was slippery with a mixture of precum and my saliva. I rubbed it gingerly against the bald surface of my mound and tried to measure how far inside me he would go. At first, Brendan tried to protest and push me off when I straddled him. Once I began rubbing the tip of his manhood against the lubricated folds of my entrance, however, his arms fell back down to his sides.
“Mmm…I’ve been waiting for this so long, Brendan. Don’t you want to fuck my tight little pussy like a good big brother’s supposed to?”
“Oh, this is wrong…we really shouldn’t, Ash…”
“I don’t care anymore,” I said and felt my folds begin to part. “I need you inside me.”
The bulbous mushroom tip pushed through, stretching me open. I g
uided him carefully with my hand and settled, letting gravity and my own desires take me, until he was firmly sheathed to the hilt. A wave of pure bliss shot up my spine at the feeling of his stiff, ample manhood pulsing inside me.
With my hands on his chest, I began to raise and lower my bottom half. It was a simple movement, yet one that brought along with it a stirring closeness. The narrow space between us felt as humid as the one we’d shared in the bathroom the day before. When I sank back down on him again, I remembered wondering how it would feel to be pumped full of his warm load.
“What if I really do wind up pregnant?” I thought. A shot of adrenaline sent butterflies into my stomach.
Whatever. It was too late to stop now. His dick felt way too good and I’d have his seed inside me before much longer. He was stretching me out and lifting his hips to meet me when I came back down, thrusting back against me, showing me his willingness to satisfy.
Our forbidden act resounded around us in echoing, wet smacks. With each one, the tingling spikes of pleasure coalesced more and more into a warm, radiant sphere which was buried inside my womb. As I leaned forward to accept Brendan’s hungry mouth against mine again, that swelling feeling started to expand.
Brendan twisted his head this way and that. “Ashley…goddamn…your pussy feels so good. So warm.”
His mouth fell to my neck and he covered it with soft kisses. The little pecks made the skin there buzz all the way down to my jutting hips.
Whatever sense of caution I had left scattered. The feeling was there and right now, and the quickening rush arrived that preceded my release. I rocked urgently, letting my full weight fall against Brendan on each downstroke, bouncing the both of us on the soft, springy mattress.
“Brendan, I’m coming…your dick…oh, it’s making me…” I called out breathlessly and intensified my shuddering movements.
“Ash…I’m coming, too…you should get off before I do it inside…”
“It’s ok. I promise. Nnnnn…yes…I want your load inside me.”
At that moment the internal sphere reached its maximum and split open. The entire room seemed to widen around me and I instinctually impaled myself on Brendan’s cock. There, I ground back and forth in a desperate rut with him buried totally inside me. As the thrill of my climax caused my muscles to clench and the pleasure centers of my brain to fire, I heard my dear brother grunt out and join me.
While he could not grab hold to me, he still managed to keep me in place using only his forearms. Brendan embraced me tightly around the waist and drove his manhood in one last time. I felt my used folds expand around his cock as it twitched and jerked within my opening. His pulsing organ erupted, delivering jet after jet of slippery, warm semen into my channel.
When he was done and my pussy had extracted every drop from him, we collapsed together. He stayed locked inside me for the longest time and gently stroked my hair while we both recovered. We whispered to each other in the quiet, and he told me how he’d secretly wanted me all these years. After a final, playful kiss, Brendan sighed and withdrew his softening member.
That night we slept in the same bed together for the first time. Now that I knew we both felt the same way, I couldn’t see either of our lives going back to normal, whatever that was. We’d have to keep our parents in the dark, because they wouldn’t understand.
Lucky for us; we still had more than a week before they got home!
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Senator Brick Scrotorum Fucks His College Buddy
Gay Political Sex Scandals # 1
By Rod Mandelli
Gayrotica Press
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Copyright © 2012 by Rod Mandelli
The first time that college intern Pete Johnson laid eyes on Senator Brick Scrotorum in person, he was alternately repulsed and fascinated. Senator Scrotorum was in his early 40's, tall, and handsome, a DILF by any measure. He looked about ten years younger because he kept himself in good shape by jogging several miles every day. He didn't have one of those pot bellies so typical of many middle-aged politicians. He had wavy hair styled in a boyish cut. It was a bit tousled which looked very natural. Pete was so used to studying pretty-boy politicians with their mannequin-like perfect hair that it was quite refreshing for him to see one who looked like a real person as opposed to someone that was manufactured for the endless photo opportunities that abounded in Washington, DC. Pete noted that Brick's smile was infectious and his personality was charismatic which is probably why he so easily won his last re-election bid.
Despite his appealing looks, there was plenty about Brick that Pete found repulsive, most notably the politician's attitude and policies towards sex in general and particularly his problems with gay people and marriage equality. Senator Scrotorum and his supporters called his stance on those issues staunch conservatism while his political opponents called it bigotry. Pete charitably considered those notions old-fashioned, but that didn't mean they weren't offensive and hurtful at times.
As a college intern on his first assignment as a political aide, Pete had no choice as to which politician he would be working for. That decision was up to the Intern Placement Office at the university. Of course, there were rumors that the Intern Placement Director could be bribed with a blowjob, but Pete was a virgin and too naive to consider testing a rumor like that.
His first day working in Scrotorum's office was hectic. They were doing an official photo shoot for a campaign brochure so the office was packed with the senator's family including his too-perfect wife and his three children which were all young adults. He and his wife had gotten married while they were still in college and she must have been continually pregnant because they had one child per year for their first three years of marriage. The family smiled and posed all around the office as the photographer made sure that Brick was always in the center of the pictures.
After the photographer was satisfied that they had enough family shots, Mrs. Scrotorum embraced her husband and they kissed lightly on the cheeks. On the way out the door, she asked him if he would be home for dinner that evening and he said he would. She then asked him what he would like her to prepare. Pete felt silly admitting to himself that he was actually impressed that they had such a normal family life, even when the cameras were not on them.
Once the family left, the photographer decided he wanted some pics of the senator interacting with his office staff. Since Pete hadn't even been introduced to Senator Scrotorum yet, he just stayed against the far wall of the office and tried to look busy pointlessly rearranging the supplies on the coffee service tray.
"You, over there," the photographer said.
Pete turned and realized that the photographer was talking to him. Assuming he wanted a drink, Pete asked, "How would you like your coffee, sir?"
"I don't want coffee. I want you in a picture with Senator Scrotorum. Come over here and stand next to him."
Before he had a chance to protest, the photographer was already guiding him by the arm to exactly where he wanted the intern to stand. As soon as Pete got close enough to the senator, he was able to detect just the right smell of a very manly cologne. Normally, Pete hated cologne on a guy because colognes always smelled too much like perfumes to him, but the scent the senator wore was intriguing. The best way to describe it was a mixture of pine, cedar, and fresh mountain air. It was the perfect complement to the senator's image as an outdoorsman. Pete wanted to get closer to him just so he could fill his nostrils with that masculine, woodsy scent.
The photographer had other plans. He started barking orders at the college intern to act like he and Senator Scrotorum were working together. He told Pete to hand the senator a folder, point at something on the monitor, pick up a clipboard, etc. Pete felt awkward at this play acting, but it seemed to come naturally to Brick. Anyon
e looking at the pictures would never think the actions were phony. It was amazing to Pete that he and Brick hadn't even been introduced yet, but the political handlers could make it look like they had been working together for months. Brick's interactions with Pete seemed to come so natural to him. If the senator could act that way with a complete stranger, Pete wondered how easily he could fool those close to him if he wanted to.
"Are you sure this is the right image we want to portray?" Brick asked the photographer when the photographer told him to remove his suit jacket and loosen his tie.
"Yes, yes," the photographer said quickly. You and-" he paused, realizing that neither he (nor anyone else for that matter) had even bothered to ask the young man his name since they were more concerned with using him as a living prop for the photo shoot.
"I'm Pete," the intern informed them eagerly.
"Right," the photographer said. "Pictures of you and Pete working together are exactly what we need to court the youth vote this time. Family values slogans don't play so well with the young crowd these days, if they ever did. How old are you, Pete?"
"Twenty-one."
"Just right," Brick said.
"And the more casual look will also go over better with that age group. They don't want to see stuffed-shirt types in full suits. Unbutton the sleeves and then roll them up once or twice. Make it look like you two are really working hard together on a project."
When Brick removed his suit jacket, it exposed a very thin, white dress shirt. The bright lights from the photographer's equipment made it easy to see the dark chest hair through his shirt. The muscles in his arms also seemed to be bulging against the material. He must have spent hours in the gym every week in order to get his muscles so tight and well-sculpted. Suddenly, Pete got a whiff of that cologne again. His knees felt a little bit weak. His friends always said he had a daddy complex for guys in their 40's based on the comments he would make whenever a man in that age range would walk by them at the mall or show up on a TV show they were watching. Pete caught himself thinking that none of those men could compare to Brick. Shit, he wondered, could he actually be sexually attracted to arch-conservative Senator Brick Scrotorum?
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