by Selena Kitt
“Oh fuck!” I heard him cry, pumping faster, his balls slapping the water with each tug of his cock. “Yeah! Yeahhhh!”
I moaned softly, leaning my cheek against the rough bark, knowing I shouldn’t, but I couldn’t help myself, my fingers finding their own way into my bikini bottoms. My pussy was wet with my juices, but the baby oil I’d used on my thighs made it even slicker and I sighed with pleasure, rubbing the stuff into my little clit as I watched my brother jerk off.
Cecilia Marie Roberts, you march right back to camp this instant and clean that fish!
Fuck that, I argued with the voice in my head, my fingers rubbing furiously, my nipples hard and poking out against the tree. I was practically fucking the thing, wishing for something hard to rub against, or better yet, put inside me.
Like Dustin’s cock.
The thought shocked me into orgasm and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. I didn’t want Dustin to hear me as my body shook and trembled, my knees giving out as I sank to the sandy ground. Dustin didn’t have those inhibitions though—he was far enough from camp to believe I couldn’t hear him. He groaned and pumped and thrust into his own fist, crying out, “Ohhh fuck, your pussy is so good! Ahhh! Ahhh I’m gonna come in your fucking cunt! Ohhhh Sissy! Sissyyyyyy!”
I yelped like a wounded puppy or a surprised kitten, my fingers still caught under the waistband of my bikini, still working my clit, and fuck if I didn’t come again, right there on the ground as my brother called my name, imagining himself fucking me. Oh god, yes, the thought of his hard dick pummeling my flesh, feeling him explode inside of me, that was more than enough to send me over the edge one more time.
He was thinking about me.
The realization made me shake all over as I watched him recover from his orgasm, his head down, his cock going slowly limp in his hand. And then I crept away, practically running back down the beach, deciding immediately to be a good girl and clean the fish, like I was supposed to be doing all along.
By the time Dustin came whistling back around the corner, smiling and waving to me, the salmon was ready to be cooked. It was hard to look into his eyes, so I didn’t, telling him I wanted to go down and wash up too.
“But I’m hungry!” he protested.
“I’m all sticky and hot and full of oil,” I reminded him, but he didn’t need a reminder. I saw it out of the corner of my eye, the way he looked at me in my red and white polka dot bikini. He was hungry all right, but I wasn’t sure it was for food.
“I’ll make dinner then,” he grumbled as I headed down the beach.
I didn’t touch myself, like Dustin had, although I couldn’t help thinking about it. Instead, I washed the oil from my skin and hair with ecologically-sound soap, shaking myself off and putting on a t-shirt and a pair of silky shorts. By the time I got back to where we were camped, Dustin had cooked the salmon but four ears of corn we’d brought along from the cabin.
“That smells divine!” I sat beside him, taking the plate he offered. We ate with our fingers, the fish fresh and flaky, absolutely perfect. We ate our corn noisily, no butter or salt, laughing at the errant kernels that ended up on our faces or even more bellies.
I did my girl-duty and cleaned up while Dustin relaxed on the beach, an arm thrown over his eyes. The sun was setting over the water on our second—and last—day of our weekend. Tomorrow was Sunday, and we’d be heading back home. We both had reasons to be back. Dustin had work at our local hardware store Monday afternoon, and I had a dentist appointment.
My brother woke as I sat down beside him on the blanket. We were quiet as we watched the stars come out one by one, the moon a mere sliver as it rose slowly until it was high overhead. We didn’t talk, we just sat, comfortable in the silence, until I started to shiver. The breeze off the lake was growing cool.
“Cold?” Dustin slid closer, putting an arm around me.
I leaned my head against his shoulder, taking comfort in his warmth. “I’m glad we came.”
“Me too.” He took a deep, slow breath, gathering the blanket up so he could wrap that around us both. “I’m going to miss you.”
“I know.” We’d been home together all summer break, but it was August and soon it would be time to go back to school again. It was funny, but I thought I might miss Dustin more than I was going to miss Jake. None of us went to the same college, although Jake kept talking about transferring to State, and long-distance relationships weren’t easy.
“Hey, look.” Dustin pointed over the lake and I gasped, seeing a faint haze of multi-colored lights swirling in the sky.
“Is that what I think it is?”
Dustin nodded. “Northern lights.”
“Beautiful,” I breathed
“Yes.” I felt his lips brush my temple and I shivered.
“Still cold?”
“A little,” I lied. “I think I’m gonna go to bed.”
“Okay.” He sounded a little disappointed, but I couldn’t trust myself, so close to him like this. It was far too dangerous. “I’ll wait and put out the fire.”
I stood, heading for our tent, calling over my shoulder. “G’night, Dustin.”
“G’night, Sissy,” he said softly as I unzipped the tent and climbed in.
I took off my shorts and crawled into my sleeping bag, sure I wasn’t going to be able to sleep right away, if at all, but I was wrong.
* * * *
I wasn’t sure what woke me. I was disoriented, unsure where I was, until I heard the sound of the waves against the shore. It was still full-dark, very late—or very early. Behind me, Dustin was asleep, breathing deeply. Then I felt what had woken me as my brother groaned and shifted again—I felt his erection against my lower back and gasped, the heat of it incredible, even through his boxers.
“Dustin?” I whispered, feeling the roll of his hips forward, wedging his cock against the crack of my ass. I was wearing a t-shirt and panties, but things had gotten all twisted while we slept, and my sleeping bag was somewhere down near my ankles.
“Mmm no more,” he mumbled. “There are plain ones on the counter.”
I blinked in the darkness, trying to decipher this code. The feel of his cock against my ass made me ache. I try to wiggle away, but his hand was on my hip and I couldn’t escape. Was he asleep or awake?
“I want one,” he whispered, close to my ear. “Gimme.”
“Dustin, are you sleeping?”
He moaned softly and his hips began to move, the shaft of his erection rubbing slowly, bunching my panties up between my ass cheeks. I felt the grip of his fingers on my hip, my ass, heard his breath coming faster. Was he really still sleeping? I glanced over my shoulder to see, but it was too dark to tell if his eyes were open or closed.
“Dustin?” I whispered again, a little louder. Maybe I could wake him up? Should I wake him up? Wasn’t waking up sleepwalking people dangerous or something? I remembered when we were kids, he used to sleepwalk all the time. My parents would find him in the kitchen or trying to get out the back door. They used to just guide him back to bed, and he never remembered anything in the morning.
“Mmmmm.” Dustin moaned again and this time the thrust of his hips was more violent. Oh my god, his cock was free! How had that happened? I whimpered, feeling the hard press of him against my ass, the head slick against my lower back, sliding easily. It would just take a little maneuvering, nudging my panties aside, a shift of my hips, and he could be inside me.
He’s your brother!
I gasped as Dustin moved, his hips adjusting, his cock too, oh god, now he was pressed between my thighs, his shaft rubbing between them. My pussy felt fat and hot. I whimpered again, trying once more to wiggle away, but it only forced him further between my legs, his cock wedging my panties deep between my swollen pussy lips.
“Dustin,” I moaned as he began to thrust in his sleep, driving my panties through my slick slit, the head of his cock rubbing against my clit. I spread my legs more for him. I couldn’t help it. Oh that was good.
So fucking good.
This isn’t happening. That’s what I told myself as I arched back against him. I’m dreaming.
I found my hand between my own legs, pulling my sticky-wet panties aside so I could feel the head of his dick rubbing against my clit. But I wanted more. Oh god, what was wrong with me?
“Dustin?” I asked, louder this time. He didn’t answer me. Instead, he groaned and grunted and thrust. He was sleeping, I was sure of it. He wouldn’t remember any of this in the morning.
I pressed his cockhead against my clit with my fingers, rubbing it there, moaning and arching back. My pussy lips wrapped themselves around his shaft, almost like we were fucking, but it still wasn’t enough. I took him in my hand, marveling at the heat and thrust of him. So big!
I wanted it. I wanted him.
I aimed carefully, timing it to match his mindless thrusting, and found myself impaled with the next forward movement of his hips, both of us moaning in pleasure, Dustin in his sleep, me fully aware of the wicked, horrible thing I’d just done.
But it felt so fucking good!
“Oh god,” I cried, trying not to move, trying not to rock back, imagining his horrified reaction if he woke up and realized he was fucking his sister!
But he was already imagining it out by the lake.
Had he really been fantasizing about fucking me while he jerked off? He’d called my name as he came, I remembered, flushing with the memory of how hard I’d climaxed just watching him.
“Ahhhh! Ahhhh!” He was thrusting hard and deep and fast. I was going to have to work to keep up, I realized, my fingers slippery wet, finding my clit and rubbing furiously. Oh but it wasn’t going to take long, I could tell. My pussy was already beginning to spasm around his shaft. I could feel how deep he was inside, the head of him buried in me.
“Oh no! Oh god!” I cried out, nearly sobbing with the reality of what we were doing, but I still couldn’t help myself. It felt too good, too right, my pussy aching for release. And it was coming. I was going to climax around my brother’s cock.
Dustin’s fingers dug deep into my hips as he thrust again, his breath hot against my neck, and I buried my face in my pillow to keep him from hearing my scream as he drove me to my own orgasm, my pussy clamping down around his shaft, snapping shut again and again on his length. I felt each pulse of his dick, felt his cum, not inside of me but seeping out, as if he’d come so much I couldn’t contain it all.
I sobbed into my pillow, overwhelmed with emotion, devastated by what I’d done, too limp and shocked to move, but when Dustin sighed and moaned in his sleep, sliding his arm up to my waist, his face buried in my hair, I slowly began to relax.
“Dustin?” I whispered into the darkness. “Are you sleeping?”
No answer. I reached down and covered myself with my sleeping bag, hoping to cover up what we’d done. It wasn’t right, I shouldn’t have done it, I knew that. But it would be okay. He would wake in the morning with no memory of it. That’s what I told myself as I drifted off to sleep listening to the soft sound of rain starting to fall.
* * * *
“Sissy.”
I heard him saying my name, felt his lips, feathery light, over my neck. Then his hands, moving up my hip, under my shirt. His hand cupped my breast and I gasped, my eyes flying open wide.
“Dustin!”
“Shhhh.” His cock was hard, still between my legs. Oh god, it wasn’t a dream.
I moaned softly as he thumbed my hardening nipple, shaking my head. “No, Dustin, no…”
“Yes, Sissy, yes” he whispered, and I felt him throbbing between my thighs. “Yes.”
It was still raining outside, a soft patter on the roof of the tent. “Dustin, we can’t.”
“We already did.” His breath was hot against my ear.
I gasped, turning in his arms. “You weren’t sleeping?”
“No.” He grinned. “At least, not for all of it.”
“Dustin.” I stroked his cheek with my fingertips. I knew I should have been shocked, appalled. Something else besides—thrilled. But I couldn’t help what I felt. “Oh Dustin… I love you. I’ve always loved you.”
“I know. Me too.”
And then he kissed me, and all was lost. Our bodies had known far before we did what we wanted, no, needed, from each other, and we both found it in the most unlikely yet natural place in the world—our sibling’s arms.
The End
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ABOUT SELENA KITT
Selena Kitt is a NEW YORK TIMES bestselling and award-winning author of erotic and romance fiction. She is one of the highest selling erotic writers in the business with over a million books sold!
Her writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous, but watch out-this kitty also has sharp claws and her stories often include intriguing edges and twists that take readers to new, thought-provoking depths.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena runs an innovative publishing company (excessica.com) and in her spare time, she devotes herself to her family--a husband and four children--and her growing organic garden. She does belly dancing and photography, and she loves four poster beds, tattoos, voyeurism, blindfolds, velvet, baby oil, the smell of leather, and playing kitty cat.
Her books EcoErotica (2009), The Real Mother Goose (2010) and Heidi and the Kaiser (2011) were all Epic Award Finalists. Her only gay male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her story, Connections, was one of the runners-up for the 2006 Rauxa Prize, given annually to an erotic short story of "exceptional literary quality," out of over 1,000 nominees, where awards are judged by a select jury and all entries are read "blind" (without author's name available.)
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BONUS MATERIAL
STEPBROTHER STUDS: FINN
By Selena Kitt
Molly’s handsome stepbrother, Finn, has called her Pita—short for pain in the ass—for so long, she’s almost forgotten her own name.
And, she has to admit, she’s mostly lived up to it, because Finn is a typical, know-it-all, overprotective older stepbrother who thinks he always knows what’s best for her.
But when she finds his journal and reads the secrets he’s been keeping, she suddenly has a decision to make.
They have one week alone at a cabin together this summer—can she make Finn realize that, this time, his little stepsister knows what’s best? For once, she knows what she wants—and now she knows he wants it too.
Does she have the courage to push him to his limits?
EXCERPT:
I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner. He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine. Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
“I want it back.”
I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about.
“Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
“Now. I want it back.”
I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair
. I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze. I liked his height. Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders. He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me. A thought that thrilled me to my toes. But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
“What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little. Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
“It’s mine, Pita. My private journal. Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.”
I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command.
“Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
“You don’t want to find out.”
“Maybe I do.” I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip. I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do. Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
“Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
“Is that what you want?”
“Stop it.” His gaze narrowed and bored into mine. “I’m your brother.”
“That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.”
His expression hardened. “It’s one thing to think it. I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time. But I’m not a fucking perv.”
“How disappointing.”
“Stop playing.” He reached out to grip my upper arms. “Give it back.”
I raised my chin. “Or you’ll… do… what?”
His grip tightened. So did his lips. Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair. The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still. The next swat was just as sharp.