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Introduction:

DISCLAIMER: this story is a work of fiction. If you are offended by incest or underage characters engaging in sexual activities, or it is illegal for you to read about them, then choose a different story. This is the first in a series of vignettes about love (well, mostly lust) between siblings. Laura finds out something about her brother that she can't wait to experience.
I had always been hornier than other girls. As a matter of fact, I had just always been horny. When I was 5, my mom caught me masturbating, and I got an earful about “Oh, Laura you shouldn't do that, it's degrading.” When I was in kindergarten, I got in trouble for playing with myself during nap time. A couple of years later, I was grounded for months when my dad caught me putting a banana in my pussy in front of a webcam, showing the world how much of a slut a 9-year-old could be.
When I hit puberty, it only got more intense. When I was 11, my parents lost it when they caught me having sex on the kitchen table with a high-school boy from down the street. After that, they sent me to an all-girls catholic school. I got expelled towards the end of the year when my roommate woke up to me three fingers deep in her pussy. My mom insisted on me going to a therapist after that. Not surprisingly, he diagnosed me as hypersexual. That was after I swallowed his cum.
So it was the summer after 6th grade, my parents were working, and my older brother Andy was usually out with friends. I had the whole house to myself, and it wasn't long before I took to my usual habits. At first I would just spend all day in my room, playing with my pussy to orgasm more times than I could count. Eventually I went down to the refrigerator in the buff, and felt the exhilaration of being naked where I wasn't supposed to be. Eventually I was watching TV in the family room with my legs spread, pounding away with my fingers when the hottest characters would come on-screen.
The family computer was off-limits to me, because my parents didn't want me to access porn or the webcam again. But on one of the days that Andy was home, I eventually pestered him enough that he actually gave me his password! On the days that he was gone, I would browse my favorite sites, and get myself off with all of the free videos and pictures I could find.
One day, as I was browsing a site dedicated to giant dicks, I saw a video that changed my life. It was a short sample, and it started off with a girl that I realized looked a lot like me. I loved to see porno with girls like me, it made it easier for me to see myself participating in it. She was older than me, obviously, but she had shoulder-length dark brown hair, blue eyes, and pale skin. Her tits were a little bit bigger than mine,but then again my tits weren't very big. Apart from that, she didn't look a whole lot like me. But as she sat there on the bed, naked, she begged the camera to be pounded by a huge cock. A woman after my own heart. When she was finally presented with what she wanted, I was taken aback by what the boy on screen was packing. It looked like something you'd find in the butcher's section of a grocery store. A giant tube of meat that forced its way into every hole of my lucky little doppelg?er.
And then, near the end of the clip, I saw it. The telltale birthmark on the back of his arm. The wine stain that I had always remarked about since I was a little girl. The boy with the giant dick in the video was my brother. Even though his face was never shown, I already had all I needed to know it was him. I sat there, fingers in my pussy, not sure what to think. I grabbed the mouse with my unoccupied hand, and scrolled up to the title of the video. Petite brunette gets it in every hole from a monster cock. It wasn't all that informative. So I scrolled down into the comments, seeing if I could find out the names of the girl and the boy in the clip. The girl was some random porn star, fairly popular, but apart from a hot body, not what I was interested in finding. For a while, I thought nobody cared about the boy's name, because all of the comments were about the girl. One comment, however, had what I was looking for. Butch Grand. He'd used the tried-and-true porn star name generator. Your first pet and the name of your street. Butch was the name of the dog that my parents had before I was born. My brother had loved him as a kid, but I never met him. And we'd lived on Grand street all my life. It had to be him.
I did a quick search, and sure enough, it was Andy staring back at me from every page. Apart from the giant cock, there was something else I noticed about all of his pictures and videos. The girls he fucked were all remarkably similar. Almost all of them had brown hair, the ones without blue eyes were few and far-between, and none of them could be considered well-endowed. I tried my best not to come to the conclusion that was already taking over my thoughts, but one of the videos I found was the proof that I couldn't deny.
It was another short preview clip, filmed in a dank basement. Wooden structures fitted with ropes and chains sat on the stark, concrete floor. A girl who looked like she could have been my twin sat with her arms tied behind her back, her legs tied together at her hips and her ankles. I was rubbing my clit furiously, seeing myself tied up and controlled. My brother's cock forced its way into her mouth as her mascara ran down her face. She got strapped to a wooden block, bent with her ass in the air and her wrists and ankles tied to the legs supporting it as Andy's dick stretched her pussy to its limit. I could feel myself getting close as I used my other hand to slide a finger into my pussy. And then, with a few seconds left in the clip, he strapped her to a table, arms above her head, with her knees locked down to the table, her pussy spread open without any protection from my brother's pounding. And then he said it.
“Oh, yeah, Laura. You like that?”
“Mm-hmm,” moaned the girl through a gag and the tears running from her eyes.
But her name wasn't Laura. At least, The name she used for that film. She looked just like me. Everyone he fucked looked like me. He used my name when he was in complete control over her. I felt the tingling growing in my loins as I neared my orgasm. The girl in the video let out a muffled scream through her gag as she convulsed under his pounding, and then the clip cut to the money shot. My brother's cum spewed out of his dick as he pulled it from her abused vagina. He sprayed all over her stomach, her pierced tits, and as soon as he was done cumming, he pulled her gag out of her mouth and rubbed his wet dick all over her lips.
I convulsed as wave after wave of ecstasy blasted through my entire body. I felt a warm glob of fluid squeeze out of my pussy as I orgasmed to the thought of my brother pounding me with his gigantic dick. Even better, I knew that my brother made a living pretending he was fucking me, and then, through my haze of pleasure, I realized I had my bargaining chip. I was going to fuck my brother's enormous cock, and if he didn't comply, I would tell mom and dad what he did in his spare time since he'd turned 18.
I woke up to my mother screaming “GOD DAMMIT, LAURA!”
I had finished up my orgasm, turned off the computer, and moved over to the couch, legs spread, watching TV idly while I put together my plan and played with myself. But apparently I had fallen asleep. Mom walked in after work to find me spread-eagle in the family room, asleep with my hand on my pussy. She threw a blanket at me and screamed at me about how lewd I was, how embarrassingly I acted, asked me what would have happened if she had brought a guest over. She sent me to my room, saying she didn't know how to deal with me.
I walked upstairs, wrapped in my blanket, and went into my room, shutting the door quietly. I put on an old wife-beater and a pair of pajama shorts, not bothering with anything else. I whittled away the hours thinking about how my family must think about me. I couldn't control my libido, no matter how much I tried. All the detentions for masturbating in class, the expulsion from a prestigious school, and the stress of dealing with an insatiable harlot for a daughter must have driven my parents crazy.
When dad came home, I heard the argumentative tone between my mom and my dad, both of them upset, not knowing how to deal with me. I started crying, alone in my room. After a while, I heard the front door open and shut, and my parents were quiet for a few minutes. I tried to contain myself, and held back the tears, trying to hear what was going on. I heard someone come up the steps, and my brother's door opened and closed. My parents continued talking in low tones, and then a few minutes later, someone came up and knocked on my bedroom door.
“Laura? Are you decent?” my dad said through the door.
Yes,” I said indignantly through my tears.
He opened the door, saw me cuddling my pillow with tears in my eyes, and his expression immediately softened. “Listen,” he said calmly, “I know that your hormones are totally going crazy right now, and I know you can't really stop yourself. I was a teenager once, too. But you have to learn to keep things private, honey.”
I stared at him through watery eyes, glad that he'd come up to talk to me, rather than mom. She had always seemed to be a more normal girl, and never seemed to understand my insatiable sex drive. At least dad knew what it was like to be horny. Then he said something that I didn't expect.
“Your Mother's on the phone with a doctor who might be able to prescribe you something to, uh...” he searched for the right word, “...calm you down.”
I curled up into a ball, gripping my pillow even tighter, and let my tears flow freely. I knew I wasn't normal, but I didn't want to be some creep who needed medication for it. My dad didn't know how to respond to my tears. He sat in silence as I sobbed, and eventually tried to lay a comforting hand on my calf.
I angrily kicked his hand off me, getting a quick blow to his ribs in the process.
“GO AWAY! JUST FUCKING LEAVE ME ALONE,” I shouted, and he immediately got up, holding his side. He let out a quiet sorry, before closing the door as he stepped gingerly into the hallway.
He said through the door, “Maybe we can talk about this tomorrow.”
I continued sobbing, painfully aware of how much of a freak my family thought I was. I clamped onto my pillow, sobbing loudly into it, not holding back anything. After a few minutes, I heard the quiet creak of my door, and then a click of the handle. I looked at the door through my tears, and saw my brother standing in the doorway.
“You okay, Laura?”
I held back my tears, looking at him, not sure what to do. On one hand, I wanted to be alone. On the other hand, I wanted his dick to fill me up until he blasted his hot, sticky cum all over my body.
I swallowed back the rest of my tears, and thought about it for a moment as he stood awkwardly in the silence. I made up my mind. I said, “Lock the door.”
He turned around, and turned the lock above the handle with a soft click. I sat up, still holding my pillow close to my chest, and felt my heart begin to race. Why had he come into my room, only a few minutes after I literally kicked our dad out? Maybe he was trying to swoop in while I was vulnerable. I wondered if maybe now was the time to fulfill my desires, when our parents were least expecting it,and maybe a little wary of coming into my room. I looked at Andy, still standing in the doorway, and glanced at the bed next to me, nodding for him to take a seat. He walked over slowly, saying with a chuckle, “You're not gonna kick me, are you?”
I let out a giggle, and said, “No. I didn't even mean to kick Dad, honestly.”
He sat down, putting his arms out wide to brace himself as he leaned back a little bit. I took the chance and rested my head on his shoulder, so that his birthmarked arm rested against my back, supporting me. I could hear his heart beating.
“What happened?” he asked softly.
“Mom came home to find me naked on the couch. She flipped out and now she wants to medicate me.”
Andy let out a sigh. His pulse seemed to quicken, just slightly. Was he thinking about how his slutty little 12-year-old sister would need to be drugged to keep herself under control?
“Maybe,” I said, letting my voice get a little bit sultry, “if I was a boy, this wouldn't even be an issue.”
“Well, I don't know about that,” Andy said, “I think they'd get angry at me too.”
“Yeah,” I said, “but still. Boys get to be more...sexual. Than girls, you know?” I looked up at him, into his eyes. He looked back into the blue eyes that I knew he lusted after. I continued, “Boys get to be... Butch.”
His expression changed slightly, and I could feel his pulse pound through his chest. He licked his lips, and quietly started, “Uh... you mean, like... What, exactly?”
I could see it in his eyes. The wheels were turning in his mind. Had I just happened to pick the word, or did I know? I felt my own pulse quickening, and I realized we had been sitting in silence, staring into each other's eyes for a few moments, not saying a word.
I shifted position, and laid down on my side, still gripping my pillow. I laid my head in Andy's lap, facing out, with the back of my head touching his stomach. He let out a small, strained sigh.
“I just feel like boys get so much more leeway, you know?”
“Yeah,” he choked out, his voice cracking.
I let a little grin come over my face as I said, “you're just allowed to be so much more horny. You can fuck a bunch of girls, and it's fine, as far as everyone else is concerned. It must be... Grand.”
I slathered the word in extra emphasis, letting the obviousness drip from my tongue. I felt a stirring under my head, and heard Andy take in a sharp breath, unable to let it out for a few seconds. I could feel it through his pants. It started straining against the fabric, and Andy started to breathe more heavily. He could tell that I knew. I'd seen him work, and it was getting him turned on.
I shifted myself around, laying flat on my back, looking up at him as I rested my head on his thigh. I set the pillow on the floor. I put my hands over my head, letting them fall between his legs, lightly rubbing against his shaft. He breathed in a huge sigh, and I saw him look down my body, stopping for quick glances at my small, petite chest. I knew he could see my light pink nipples getting hard through the old, thin fabric of the wife-beater, and I arched my back slightly when his eyes went further down to my exposed midriff. Finally, he let out his breath, and looked me in the eye.
I licked my lips. “What do you think?”
“Amazing,” he said after a short pause.
“That you can fuck anyone you want?” I asked, coyly.
He stammered, “Uh, yeah, we...that. Yeah.”
I said, in the sexiest voice I could muster, “Anyone.” I turned my hand, and grabbed firmly onto his dick, now rock-hard and forming a lump in his pants that couldn't be ignored. He let out a moan, and I slowly ran my hand back and forth along the length if his giant dick. It was really happening.
“Take it out,” I commanded, as I sat up.
He looked at me with wide eyes and said, “Are you sur-”
“Take. It. Out,” I interrupted, piercing him with a glare that showed him I meant business.
His hands gingerly found their way to his fly, undoing the three buttons that ran down the front. I giggled, knowing then why he always chose button-fly jeans. He couldn't risk a zipper getting anywhere near the moneymaker. He spread the two flaps of fabric, and I saw his underwear peek out at me, a little black pair of briefs that I thought couldn't possibly contain what I knew he had to put in them. He sat there, pants undone, waiting for me to make another move. I reached out and tugged at his belt loop. “Off,” I hissed. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and I was beyond trying to come up with complete sentences.
He lifted his butt off the bed, pulling down on the waist of his pants. As they went lower, I saw how his underwear managed to keep control of his cock; they didn't. It burst its way out through one leg of his underwear, held tightly against his thigh by the elastic. It pulsed, trapped in its fabric prison, as Andy pulled his feet from the legs of his pants.
“These too,” I said, taking a hold of the waistband of his underwear. I pulled them slowly downward as he turned to put his legs up on the bed. As the elastic band made its way over the head of his cock, it sprung out, hitting his stomach with a soft pat. I stopped pulling his underwear down and stared in amazement as I saw it for the first time in real life. It was even bigger than the camera made it look. I felt my pussy get hot and moist, and I knew that if I didn't do something soon, one of us would get second thoughts.
I leaned forward, taking my hands off his underwear, and crawled on all fours over his body, pushing him down to a laying position underneath me. Without a word, I pressed my lips against his, probing my tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind, making out with me through heavy breathing for a few minutes as I laid my weight on top of him, straddling his waist and wrapping my arms around his shoulders as I ran my fingers through his hair.
I felt his dick twitch against my butt through my shorts, and I sat up, pulling up on the bottom of my wife-beater, exposing more of my stomach to him. I pulled it up until the shirt folded up, covering only my boobs. As I put my hands back down to grip the sides of his chest, he reached up and pulled my shirt over my head, lifting my arms back up until he exposed me completely. He threw it onto the floor. I sat on his stomach, feeling the tip of his dick rubbing precum on the small of my back. I sat exposed, my tits completely uncovered for him to see. He reached up and ran a thumb over my nipple, sending a shockwave through my body. I tugged at his shirt, and he arched his back, helping me pull it up over his head. He kicked off his underwear the rest of the way, leaving them in a rumpled tangle at the head of my bed.
There we sat, with one article of clothing between the two of us. I lifted my hips, squatting above his cock for a moment, before turning onto my side, resting my head against his shoulder, and nestling one calf between his knees. I reached my hand out, and wrapped my fingers as far around his dick as they would go. He let out a low groan, and I started to kiss him as I brought the flesh of his shaft up around the head. His stubble rubbing against my face as we made out turned me on, and I started to jerk him off more quickly. He brought a hand across his chest and started pinching at my nipple, pulling on it. My whole body shook as he we played with each other. His rock-hard dick throbbed in my hand, and I broke the kiss to watch his face contort as I gave him the handjob he'd always wanted.
I looked down at his beautiful cock, and I was overcome with the urge to put it in my mouth. I climbed down him, straddling his ankles as I continued to jerk him off. He lifted his head, looking down at me as I licked from the base of the shaft to the tip of his head. He moaned and laid his head back down, closing his eyes. I looked at the monster in my hand, and wondered just how much of it I would even be able to fit. I licked the skin connecting the shaft to his head, which made him stir and bring his hands into my hair.
He gripped my hair lightly as I kissed at the tip of his cock, and pushed my head down gently, forcing me to wrap my lips around the head of his dick. He bobbed my head up and down slowly, and my jaw was strained trying to fit his girth into my mouth. I was a little more than halfway down his cock before I had to fight my gag reflex. I gave my best effort to keep my throat on his cock as long as I could, but eventually he had pushed my head too far. I pulled him out of my mouth and gasped for air with thin lines of saliva strung between it and my mouth. I caught my breath as he stroked my hair gently, and then I continued pulling at his rod while he ground his feet into the sheets under my hips. I took the tip back into my mouth, sliding my tongue up and down just below his head.
The sensation of his feet grinding away below my pussy made me want to feel him inside me. I once again pulled his dick out of my mouth, much to his dismay. I got up on my knees, pulled my shorts down from the back, and sat back on my butt. I pulled the shorts slowly off as Andy brought himself up onto his elbows, getting an eyeful of my little, pink pussy. I pulled the shorts off my feet, and rested my toes on Andy's hands. He let his fingertips play at the tops of my feet and ankles as I sat spread out in front of him.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked me in a whisper.
I nodded, feeling my voice too weak to say it out loud.
“Okay,” he said, with renewed confidence, “whenever you're ready.”
I pulled my feet back towards me, squatting for a moment above his thighs, before coming to a rest on my knees with my pussy resting on the base of his cock. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought his head close to my chest. He brought my breast to his lips, kissing around my nipple, licking the skin gently, and I started to grind my pussy against the base of his cock. He moaned quietly, taking my nipple into his mouth. I let out a whimper as he circled his tongue around quickly, sending a tingling sensation through me. As I slid my soaked pussy up and down more of his shaft, he bit down hard on my nipple, sending a wave of pleasure and pain through me.
I let out a gasp and clenched my whole body, and then realized that my clit came to rest at the tip of Andy's dick. He released my nipple, looking up at me with an expression of longing i'd never seen. I kept eye contact with him, bringing one arm down from his neck, reaching behind me to grab the base of his cock. I pushed it firmly against my clit, letting the shaft press harder in between my slick, wet lips. He groaned his approval as I raised my hips up, sticking my butt out slightly, until the tip of his cock rested at my opening. I felt a trickle of fluid from my dripping pussy roll over one of my fingertips. I brought it up slowly to Andy's mouth, putting it between his lips, letting him suck it off my finger.
“Slowly,” I whispered after pulling my finger from his mouth. He nodded, raising his hips slightly, pushing the tip in a fraction of an inch. I closed my eyes and lowered myself gingerly onto him, with my dripping pussy taking him without question. His cock stretched me as the head made its way inside me, and I felt him twitch slightly, his dick getting even bigger for a moment. As I neared the halfway point, I opened my eyes and saw him staring me in the face, a look of lust I hadn't even seen in his online videos. We both sighed in tandem, and I brought my face to his, giving him a slow, passionate kiss as his cock slid farther and farther into me.
When I finally slid my slow, gentle path down to the base of his cock, I let my weight rest on his legs. I felt like I was about to burst. The feeling of his mammoth cock filling my pussy hurt a bit, but the pleasure was even better because of it. I raised myself up on my knees, and pushed Andy down by his chest until he laid flat on his back. I let myself slide all the way up until I felt his cock trying to slip out of me, then took my time sliding all the way back down. Time seemed to drag on as I methodically moved up and down his enormous length, until eventually I was able to speed things up. Every few seconds, I would make a complete stroke, and every time his cock disappeared inside me, Andy and I would both let out a slow, sensual moan together.
As I made my way to the bottom of his cock, he let a hand slide over his belly and into the spot we made our union, rubbing a cool, firm finger over my clit. The sensation was too much for me, and as his giant dick stretched my pussy and his fingers worked at my clit, I sat motionless, unable to speak or to breathe. Suddenly, the pleasure took over me in waves, and I ground my hips into his, letting my pussy convulse uncontrollably as I let out a soft, long whimper. Andy moaned underneath me, feeling my pussy squeeze at his girth. After what felt like an eternity of cumming on top of my brother, I grabbed his wrist, pulled his hand away from my clit, and brought it up to my mouth. I licked his fingers clean of my juices, tasting the warm saltiness of myself, and then set his hand back down at his side.
“I love you, Andy,” I whispered.
“I love you too,” he said, bringing a hand to my cheek as he said it.
I smiled at him, and then put my hand on his, nuzzling it lightly, before putting it back down on the bed.
“You know,” he said quietly, “you have the tightest, wettest pussy I have ever had.”
I blushed and smiled, and felt my pussy quiver around his giant cock. “Even better than all those porn stars?” I asked quietly.
He nodded, and I could tell from the look in his eyes that he wasn't lying. He made me feel perfect.
I put my hands on his chest, let my weight shift onto him, and braced myself for what I was about to do.
I brought my pussy up to the top of his length in one swift motion, and started pounding him as hard as I could take it. He threw his head back and tensed up his legs while I slammed myself onto his cock over and over again. He let out a long, sexy moan, one that went up and down in tone with every time I shifted my weight on him. I felt his back arch as he lifted me off the bed, and he grabbed me by the waist, gripping at me tightly as he threw me backwards onto the bed. He pinned my legs to my chest, held my wrists down to the bed, and slammed his cock into my pussy again and again. I let out a yelp every time his balls slapped against my ass, feeling his gigantic dick stretch the walls of my pussy in a mix of pleasure and pain, love and lust.
Then, his thrusts grew more frenetic and jumbled. His cock seemed to grow inside me, and he gripped me by the waist, pressing our hips together as tightly as he could manage. I wrapped my legs around his back, locking my ankles together to get him as deep inside me as I could.
He opened his eyes, looked at me, and said in a raspy voice, “I love you, Laura.”
As I told him, “I love you, too,” I felt his cock quiver inside me, then it convulsed again and again, each time spewing hot cum into my pussy as deep as it could go. I let out a loud moan as the feeling of his orgasm sent me over the edge. My pussy convulsed uncontrollably as I felt my cunt milking Andy's cock for everything it could give. I wrapped my arms around his neck and brought my lips to his, embracing him as tightly as I could as we shared the most amazing kiss I had ever had. He let out a low moan, grinding his cock even farther into me, with short, powerful thrusts.
As he broke the kiss, he slumped onto his side, holding me in his arms as I still clung to him, with his cock still buried deep in my pussy. I could feel both of our fluids dribbling out of me, and I gave him another passionate kiss. He ran his fingers up my back to the base of my neck, running his fingertips through my hair. We looked into each other's eyes, and both smiled. I let out a playful giggle as I bit my lip and ran my fingertips over the birthmark on the back of his arm.
We both froze up When we heard our mom ask through the door, “Laura? Andy? What are you two doing in there?!”
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2014-03-22 12:19:34
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2013-11-17 13:40:10
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2011-03-27 22:05:28
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2010-09-11 15:08:36
I love things from the Female Point of View. Great Story, Hit the Space Bar a little more often.

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