Incest stories: My Summer Back Home

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 2

Author: Charles Grey

“Who are you thinking about now huh slut? That’s my cock in your ass. I’m tearing you up in some bathroom, making you a bitch on my cock.” He said confidently.

I played along, finding it not hard to do so. I was thinking of someone else though. Jace was still on my mind. While I didn’t picture his face and body fucking me in a bathroom, I still thought to myself that Jace’s cock was pumping in and out of my ass. It made me feel like I could have all of the good stuff without feeling guilty or bad about it. I could have my cake and eat it too.

“Just you Jace. You feel so good in my ass baby.” I said between moans, not necessarily lying.

He started grunting while he filled my ass with his meat. The tabooness I created in my mind was making me want to cum. I could feel my hand between my thighs. Like I have before coming here, I started rubbing my clit.

“

Oh Jace, help me cum. Help me come my sweet Jace.” I said, coolly.

I wondered how he reacted if I told him the truth. That his cock only turned me on because he had the same name as my brother, the guy I was having mixed feelings before. Would he be disgusted and stop? Would he play along for my benefit. God I wished he would, but I never spoke a word about my hidden fantasies. With his cock in my ass, the idea of Jace, my brother, was becoming more of non-shameful thing to feel. Maybe it was because I was in a horny mental state. Maybe my crave for cock out burned the sinful feeling of wanting my brother to take my body and make it his to do whatever he pleased. I think it was, because now I could picture him. I closed my eyes and pretended that Stranger Jace was now Brother Jace. I imagined my baby brother claiming my ass as his.

“Say that I’m yours. Yours to use.” I found myself begging.

My voice soothed Jace, making him moan at the sound of me begging to be objectified.

“You’re my slut. This ass of yours is mine.” He ended his dirty talk with a swift smack of my ass.

I could feel my ass jiggle as his handmark started to show on my skin.

“Oh yeah Jace. Smack my ass.” I pleaded.

He decided to amuse me, squeezing my ass hard in his hands before striking me again.

I wondered if my brother would be as physical as this Jace was being. Would my baby brother shove his dick up my tight asshole and slap it until I begged him to stop? A part of me wanted it to be as true as anything ever could. At that moment all I could do was fantasize. I went on imagining about my own blood splitting me down my ass.

“Oh Jace. I wanted this for so long. I can’t tell you how bad I needed a big strong man to put me in my place.” I said, seductivity in my voice.

I got my ass smacked more, harder this time. It was starting to sting now and I loved it. I could feel the vibration deep in my ass, feeling it make his cock twitch inside of me. The vibration helped everything, bringing me closer to my orgasm. My hands became a machine now, unable to stop from rubbing my clit.

“Oh Jace, fuck me. Fuck me harder. I-I’m so close to cumming. Come on baby, come on Jace. Show me that you’ve grown into quite the man,” I said, slightly indulging myself into the taboo.

Stranger Jace didn’t really react to it, not questioning the origin of my moaning words. Instead he just quickened his pace, his hips slamming against my sore ass cheeks. I could feel the urge to cum build. I almost fell, nearly passing out at the pleasure. I screamed, not caring if anyone heard. Feeling Jace’s cock deep in my ass while I worked my clit brought me such pleasure. HIs hands had to take a break from spanking the naughty into me and used them to hold me up right.

I wanted to collapse, I wanted to thrash around on the floor as my cum gushed out of me. I wanted to ride the waves of climax until the second I felt him deposit another load into my ass. Me cumming helped move things along with him. His moans started to get loud, his thrusts were becoming manic, almost like he was trying to break me from the waist. He was fucking me like a wild animal and my baby brother’s face was all I could see. I wanted to watch him cum in me. I wanted to see the dirty lust in his eyes and he fills his sister’s asshole full of his incestious cum. I would have to settle for Stranger Jace’s cum, and watching a face that isn’t my brother’s while he cummed.

“Mhhhm, that felt a-amazing Jace. Who knew you could do such things,” I moaned.

I slid my hand further down, massaging his balls while he took my ass as ravenously as he pleases. It’s like I could almost feel the churn, getting ready to dump a second load of cum into my body.

“Oh yeah baby,” He said, returning to the action of smacking my ass. “Keep touching me. I can feel myself getting ready to cum.” He explained.

Every time I felt his hand make contact with my redding skin, I gave him a little squeeze. He would moan at that every time I did it.

I wanted his cum already. I wanted to come down from the sex high and ask myself if I really did want Jace’s cock and see if it was a true desire or some cock hungry fevered fantasy. I reached higher on his body. With my thumb and side of my index finger, I grabbed ahold of his cock at the base of it. I did my best to try to jerk him off into my ass. The added pleasure must’ve made something click in him. His fingers dug into my ass and his thrusts became slower and harder.

“F-Fuck, I’m cumming,” He nearly screamed. “Ooooohhhh y-yeah.” He moaned.

I could feel the cum in his cock before shooting in me. My hand gripped him as tight as I could, feeling him twitch before firing off another rope of cum. WIth it being the second time he cums it wasn’t as big as his first load. Uh his first load was so big and thick. He had given me an entire mouthful, having to swallow twice to take it all down. I felt the sticky substance fill my ass, feeling about half a mouthful worth of man juice in me.

Suddenly he became breathless, gasping as he has yet to remove himself from my freshly fucking asshole. His hands were still embedded into the soft skin of my ass. Brother Jace’s hands were always soft. I thought about how our skin would rub against each other, his fingertips slowly grazing my smooth ass. I was lost in thought. Stranger Jace began removing himself, slowly. I felt his wet and warm cock slide out of me with ease. He came out with a soft wet plop. Acting on instincts I returned to my knees. I didn’t even think about it. I went on to cleaning his cock, making his thrash about against the stall wall. I could taste my ass on his cock, along with the salty bitterness of his yummy cum. I gave one good hard suck before dragging it out of my mouth.

“Thank you,” I said, realizing the way he helping me dive into the pervertedness of my own mind. “It was fun fucking a Jace.” I added.

He just smiled at me while I hiked my skirt back up and proceeded to walk out. Everyone stared at me, knowing it was me who was screaming not to long ago. It turned me on, that and feeling fresh cum drip out of my ass and down my legs.

I made it back home and proceeded to shower undisturbed. The hot sticky cum had stained my body, leaving a dry residue on my shapely legs. It was still wet between my ass cheeks. I had fun with that while I stripped down for my hot shower. I didn’t lock the door, hoping Jace might walk in and watch me rub my asshole, possibly entice him into him to explore the female body with his big sister. Sadly he never came in.

It was night, around 7:30. I checked my phone to see a message from my mother.

*Hi sweetie, your father and I are going to catch a movie and have a late dinner. Won’t be home until around Midnight. Make sure you and your brother eat. Love you.*

It was hard not to take this as a sign. My mind continued to battle itself, though I stopped trying to fight it. The only thing holding me back was a moral consciousness. But as a girl who gave a blowjob to whatever frat boy that brought her a drink, I didn’t really care for my moral consciousness.

I walked on towards downstairs, feeling like tv might help take my mind off of things. Then I remembered that my brother is still here, and that this isn’t my dorm room, isolated and would be for hours. Jace was on the tv, flipping through whatever bullshit program popped up. I decided that it had been too long since I had a drink. There were no frat boys to come and make me a drink so I had to do the mixing myself, though I’m sure I made it too strong.

Despite the soda I could still smell the stinginess of whiskey in the cup. ‘It’ll make me drunk faster,’ I concluded before taking multiple swigs from it. I sat down on the loveseat across from the couch that Jace laid on. He stopped flipping the channel when some teenage movie came on. It resembled a lot like my days back in college. If only he knew they were that wild, wilder even. I continued to drink, feeling the effects spread through my head and down my body.

“When was the last time we drank together?” I asked, breaking the silence between us.

“I don’t know,” He went on, still focused on the tv. “A little over a year ago.” He answered.

Suddenly I was standing. I walked over and placed my cup on the small coffee table in front of him.

“That’s yours.” I said before leaving to the kitchen to fix myself another drink, a stronger one.

I could tell he was confused, that he stared at me while I walked away, wondering my issue was. I was just glad his eyes were on me, more than likely observing my ass sway back and forth with every step. I mean I am a girl, shouldn’t he be interested in me? Even curiously? I lost my train of thought as I watched the ice cubes drown in the elixir of alcohol.

This would for sure make my head spin. Again I drank from my cup, letting the horrible feeling sink down my stomach, burning like the hot cum I swallowed hours before. I made my way back to my seat, pretending to be on my phone while I secretly to see if Jace would notice my body in my loose, low cut half shirt and incredibly short shorts. Those shorts did everyone a justice, barely covering the size of my ass. It didn’t leave much to the imagination.

“DId you get mom’s text?” I asked.

“Yeah,” He answered, picking up the cup and smelling it.

He made a face, but then shrugged and went on to drink. He winced through the burn.

“Looks like we’re gonna have the house to ourselves,” He said, recovering from the sip he took.

I smiled, knowing that a cup like that full of booze was enough to make anyone tipsy, including my not so bodily dense brother.

The first half an hour we spent just watching the movie, a stupid plot and all the excuses to show girls topless. Hopefully that sparked something in him. With alcohol in my system and being fucked while dreaming of Jace pushed me to try. I’ll never know if it’s him I want unless I have him and feel what it’s like first hand.

If it felt more wrong than anything we could always stop and just kiss a little, chalking everything up as a crazy mistake. If it felt like it’s everything I’ve ever wanted, then I would have to seduce him to the point where he knows it wouldn’t be a one time thing. I was dead set on it. I finished my cup, wanting more booze to help me settle my nerves. Again I made my way into the kitchen.

“Want another?” I asked.

I could hear the ice cubes slide around as he pounded back the last of his drink.

“Sure.” He said.

I walked over to the couch. He left the cup on the low table right in front of him. I have never been so happy to be so tall. I bent over, my tits nearly falling out of my shirt, and picked up his cup as slow as I could. I felt him glance my way. I scampered back to the kitchen, feeling the waves of joy I got from knowing my brother cheked out my tits.

I poured ourselves a drink and did the same thing putting his cup down. Another glance. I walked in front of him on my way to my seat. A part of me wished I had only worn underwear, but it wasn’t hot enough to use the heat as an excuse to be naked. I continued on drinking, hoping that with enough alcohol in me it would make me do something courageous. Another teen movie played, more shirtless girls, more sex scenes. It was taunting me, showing me a preview of what’s to come.

“Why do you think girls flash their tits for some paycheck from a director?” I questioned.

Jace began to wonder, shuffling through different ideas before spewing whatever noise that come from his mouth.

“Maybe they need the money?” He guessed, naively.

If it was me I’d do the job for free. I could have countless guys stare at my tits and later fantasize about their cocks in between my lovely breasts. Of course I didn’t say that. As far as my family knows I’m just a girl trying to become a veterinarian, not the slut of the dorm.

“Do you think they like it? That attention, that sexual feeling?” I questioned further.

“Maybe. I mean I wouldn’t flash my junk for the fun of it, but maybe it’s different for girls. Would you do it?” He asked me.

I had to stop myself from screaming out hell yeah. I pretended to think, leaving him curious as to my answer.

“I think I would. If it paid enough.” I answered, I lied.

He accepted my answer, believing the little white lie I told. I was starting to feel hot. I didn’t have to feel my pussy to know it was damp, holding back a flood of juices from seeping through my clothes. The heat somehow became more intense, like the room had suddenly turned into an oven. I realized it was because of the liquor, remembering that I get hotter with the more drunk I get. My drinks were strong.

“Let’s play a game.” I suggested.

His attention turned to me. I wish I could look at him while he checked out my body. He kept his cool as he saw me looking at him, not risking a glance.

“Why not,” He said, agreeing. “What game are we playing?” He asked.

I didn’t think that far, the booze being responsible for my sudden outburst.

“Truth or dare.” I answered, acting on instinct.

It was a good idea. It could start off innocently and progress to something out of a movie or porno. Maybe I can persuade him to drink faster. The more of his mind gone, and hormones in charge, the better I’d feel. I was already on board with what I wanted. It would help if his mind was in fuck mode instead of brother mode. All of this was a theory and I prayed it worked.

“So truth or dare?” I asked, kick starting the game.

“Truth.”

“Are you a virgin?” I pressed, maybe too hard.

His face began to turn red. He tried to hide away behind his cup, slowly drinking the contents.

“Yes.” He admitted.

Something in me was suddenly turned on. It wasn’t the horny aspect of myself. There was something pure and caring in me. I wanted to be his first. I wanted to guide him through this experience. The only time I had been a virgin was the first time I had sex. Everyone after that had experience. I was too shy and nervous the first time to really enjoy it. But now I was given the chance to do it all over again, lovingly and softly.

He nearly finished his drink, trying to drown the embarrassment in whiskey.

“Alright, your turn. Truth or dare?” He asked, recovering from the sudden blush attack on his face.

“Dare.” I picked.

“I dare you to take three shots of whiskey straight, one after another.” He dared.

HE was trying to get ME drunk and I loved it. It would make things slightly easier. Maybe he wants to get somewhere and he thinks the only way it’ll happen is if I’m drunk. Maybe he was playing the same game I was. I stood up and went to get the shot glasses and whiskey from the kitchen. I came back and placed everything on the coffee table. I lined up three shot glasses and filled them to the brim with the stingy liquid. I took a deep breath and tried to return back to my college self. That girl could do this easily.

But it has been quite awhile since I’ve done shots. Shots of whiskey no less, not even something more doable like vodka. I grabbed the first glass and just jumped in. Before I could swallow I already had my fingers wrapped around the next shot. I managed to take all three, completing my dare. I winched and groaned after finishing, making Jace laugh in amusement. I collected myself, trying to keep focus on what I was doing. My head was starting to get fuzzy. It was my turn.

“Ok, I did it. Now you. Truth or dare?” I asked.

“Truth.”

He was avoiding the dare, and that’s what I needed from him.

“You’re such a wuss,” I told him. “What’s the furthest you’ve gone, first, second, third, or fourth base?” I asked, getting my revenge by making him feel more embarrassed.

Again he turned red, finishing what little there was left in his cup. He locked his jaw and watched me intently.

“I almost got to second base.” He said, revealing more about his sexual history.

“Almost? How do you almost get to second base?” I interrogated him.

“Well we were making out and right as I was about to slide my hand up her shirt we heard her parents come in.” He explained.

I couldn’t help but laugh. He stood up and went to grab the soda from the fridge. He wanted to drink some more, which is a good sign. I stopped laughing by the time he came back. It was then When I felt another surge of heat. I fanned myself with my shirt, trying to find some cooling comfort. Jace watched me, paying little attention to his pour of whiskey, dousing the cup in the drink. I pulled down on my shirt a little as I fanned myself, revealing even more of my black lacey bra. His mind suddenly snapped back to his drink, collecting himself as he mixed the cola with the alcohol.

“Ok,” He said, still feeling red. “Truth or dare?”

“Truth.” I picked.

He stared at me. It felt like forever, but in reality it was probably only like 10 seconds, but he kept on staring at me. It wasn’t sexually which frustrated me a little, but more like as if he was looking for something.

“DId you masturbate in my room earlier?” He asked me out of nowhere.

My heart stopped. I could feel the vital organ sink into the deepest pits of my stomach. If I wasn’t sweating before I definitely was now. How did he know? I couldn’t read his face. I didn’t know if he wanted to know the truth or wanted to hear me say yes. I don’t know where his mind was. I felt frozen stiff, I couldn’t even take a drink, my arms didn’t work anymore. I let the silence go on for too long. Deciding it was best, and that maybe it would help, I told him the truth.

“Yes,” I whispered. It was subtle but I caught the smile that was growing on his face. “How did you know?” I questioned him.

“I came back home and saw that my door was completely closed and my shirt IN the hamper, not on it. No one else was home so it had to be you. I figured you went into my room for something. Then I smelled something different. I know what sex smells like, I know what a woman smells like. I had a hunch. You just confirmed it.” He deducted.

I was dumbfounded.

‘So stupid,’ it thought to myself, ‘I knew I shouldn’t have done that.’

It was my turn to have my face go red. My pale skin didn’t help. I could feel my cheeks burn. They burned worse than my stomach and throat did after taking those shots. There was no turning back now. I had been made. I could only push forward from here.

“How do you know what a woman smells like, what sex smells like? You’re a virgin.” I argued.
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Author: Charles Grey

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