Incest stories: My Summer Back Home

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 3

Author: Charles Grey

“I have friends who have sex. They also don’t wash their sheets before I go over their house to hang out. It doesn’t take long for them to go on about how they fucked the living hell out of their girlfriends right before I came. Or so they say and make it seem like.” He went on to clarify.

This morning when he asked me if I slept all day, it was just him trying to figure out if I had been in his room or not. So far he hadn’t flipped out, in fact he seemed happy at the fact. It could always be at the fact that he was right and caught me in a lie. There is a chance that his smile is not from the image of my naked body in his bed. This was escalating quicker than I had expected.

I don’t really know what I expected. I just let things happen, without thought or concern for a plan. I either dug myself a hole in which I’d be labeled as some sort of freak, or everything was playing out in my favor. I could feel my heart pound. I didn’t say anything for awhile, my body resorting to drink to try to get away from the embarrassment. Then it came to me. That’s what we’ve been doing to each other. Embarrass one another. I knew exactly what to do.

“So I masturbated on your bed. Big whoop. I do it all the time.” I said, trying to play it off.

He gave me a casual shrug, hiding away his smugness.

“Pick,” I said, hoping it’s dare this time.

Life worked in my favor.

“Dare.” He said, trying to win at this game.

He had no idea what I had in mind. This would definitely light a fire under them, pushing forward on her desires to be the one who beds him for his very first time. I kept quiet, letting the anticipation build within his mind. I bit my lip, cutting him a devious look. He tried not to look scared. We had been sitting down on the floor, abandoning our seats to get closer to the table where our drinks laid. I turned my body around, giving most of my back to Jace. I turned my head back to him, staring him down.

“I dare you to come here and take off my bra.” I dared him.

His smile faded away. His skin returned to the shy red he had moments before his little personal victory. He couldn’t believe what I had just asked him. Not only has he seen my tits and how perky and large they are, he’s never undone a bra before in his life. It was the perfect setup to get him to touch me and set the mood to be more sexual.

“No, that’s weird. I won’t do it.” He complained.

I gave him a fake pouty face, making my voice sound as innocent as I could.

“What’s wrong? You’re not man enough to take off a girl’s bra? Are you scared of doing it?” I teased.

I could see the lump in his throat form. I wanted to see if he had another lump somewhere on that body but I couldn’t see.

“No it’s not that,” He started.

“Then what is it Jace?” I cut in.

I sensed him trying to man up and do what he hasn’t done before. I wanted to be more careful and loving than this. I had imagined myself beside him on a bed. We would be kissing and then I would take off my bra and tell him it’s ok to do whatever he wanted to them. But I would have to settle for this. It aroused me.

“Fine,” He spat, “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget to take off my shirt first.” I added, giving him a wicked smile.

It added towards his anger. Slowly he moved his body closer to mine. The wait had made me get a little wetter than I already was. I was excited to feel his touch on me. I wanted the pleasure of having my bra removed from my body. Not to mention it would help with the blazing heat that I felt. Finally he had arrived right behind me. Even with his hands off my body I could feel him shake. He was nervous. It was kind of cute to me. I felt his fingertips grip the bottom of my shirt. Slowly he lifted the loose fabric up. I raised my hands in the air, helping him disrobe me of my shirt. After laying down the shirt beside me, I turned my head to see him. He was so close. I could see the sweat forming on his skin as he gave me an angry glare for making him do this.

“No pressure Jace.” I said, pushing him.

I suddenly felt his cold and clammy fingers on my back. He slipped his index finger under my bra and lifted it from my skin. I could feel him tug on it, trying to wrestle it free. Besides being seductively lacey, It also had a trick clasp. He struggled more and more as the seconds ticked away. I could hear him grunt under his breath. It turned me on knowing how manipulative and evil I was being. He finally freed a hook from its loop.

“Almost there,” I said, softly encouraging him.

My breasts were fumbling out of their place. The tugs and jerks of my bra made them jiggle. They felt more free as I felt the looseness of one of the hooks. Soon they would be free to move around under my tight shirt. I still haven’t found a legit reason to jump up and down. I wanted to display my lovelies any way I could. I love my breasts. And my ass. I love my whole body.

I was hoping that Jace would take a moment to look at me, to see the curviness of my midsection, the soft clearness of my back. My voluptuous tits hang from my chest. I almost wanted to tell him to make a move. Instead, he unhooked what remained of the tricky clasp. My bra fell from my chest, falling into my lap. I grabbed it and spun it around the air before letting it fly away somewhere in the house. Jace started to shuffle back to his seat, trying his hardest not to enjoy the events that art unfolding in front of him.

He didn’t want to enjoy the fact that he undid a bra which housed an amazing set of breasts. He swallowed his awkwardness down, chasing it with more alcohol. I crossed my arms across my chest, covering as much of my nipples as I could. I turned my body back around, facing my extremely red brother. I smiled as he tried to look away. His attempts were met with failure.

“Now you can say you’ve undone a bra.” I said.

I found my shirt. I put it back on, trying to remain a tease and cover the best bits of me.

“That’s not exactly how I pictured it going down.” He said, the nervousness shaking in his voice.

I went back to fannying myself with my shirt. It was revealing enough when I left it alone. But when I fanned it, enough was of it was being pulled to give a good look of my tits. I kept my eyes on him, trying to entice him. to get him to play along with this game. I tried pulling on my shirt harder. I pretended to close my eyes.

“I thought taking my bra off would help but I’m still so hot,” I moaned.

I threw my head back. I could imagine him craning his neck to get a better view of my bare chest. My big peachy nipples felt hard. I couldn’t exactly feel for myself while being subtle. Knowing how much they covered my actual breast, I knew Jace could see them. Maybe he was hard by now. Hopefully he was. Maybe his mind told his body that he wanted a female body so bad that it didn’t matter if it was his sister’s.

Now I had to think of a plan to take of my shorts. There’s only so much I can take off before having to outright say that I wanted to have sex with him. Maybe if he wasn’t a virgin. Maybe if he was experienced I would have been bent over this coffee table already. Not only did I have to seduce my brother, I had to seduce a virgin. My eyes were still closed, my mind picturing myself offer my body to his desires. I could feel his eyes on me, wishing a body like this didn’t belong to his big sister. I tried to make him feel more comfortable.

“It’s ok to look. I know you did yesterday when you walked in on me.” I mentioned.

“That was an accident. I told you so.” He defended quite quickly.

“Like you weren’t happy to see.” I tried.

He began stuttering, tripping on his syllables.

“I tried not to look. It was instinct to glance.” He added.

I smiled to myself, feeding off of the attention he gave my body. I was starting to leaving stains on my underwear. I just had to make him feel comfortable.

“That’s ok. I didn’t mean to yell at you so hard. My mind was back at college. I thought you were some frat boy. That’s why I yelled at you like I did.” I said, probably lied.

I continued to fan myself, keeping my eyes closed. Eye contact right now would probably scare him away. If this was to work I needed him to feel confident.

“So you wouldn’t of yelled at me if you knew it was me that walked in on you?” He questioned.

“No,” I started. “I probably would have stood there, wondering what you needed.” I finished.

“Bullshit, like you wouldn’t cover yourself or tell me to fuck off.” He said, trying to forget about the fact that his big sister practically said it was ok to look at her body.

“I probably wouldn’t. I mean you’re my brother. What do I have to hide? We’re family. We’ve taken baths together, well as kids. I mean shouldn’t I be able to come to you and ask you if I had big ugly nipples.” I took a chance.

I brought my eyes back to his face. His face hadn’t faded at all from the bright red he wore. I could see the sweat form around his eyebrows. After finishing my sentence I took a great big risk. I lifted my shirt and revealed myself to him. His immediate reaction, was to cover his eyes and try to use his hands to shield the view of my body.

“Don’t look away. I need to know if I have nice nipples or if they are a turn off. Who better to ask than my brother, a male I trust with seeing my body and trust to be honest with me.” I tried to convince.

I did a pretty good job at doing so. Perhaps it was the rushing alcohol in his blood, or the pleadingness in my voice, or the boner that he may or may not have had, but he returned his gaze back to me. They first met my eyes, shame filled his optics. Then, with acceptance, he looked down at my chest. The shirt was bunched up right below my neck, leaving the near entirety of my boobs open to be looked at.

“Well?” I egged on.

“Your nipples look fine, nice even. They aren’t a turn off.” He admitted, trying to get used to the idea of the very words he spoke.

I was happy, my face showing that obviously.

“If they aren’t a turn off, does that mean they turn you on?” I questioned, trying to move deeper.

“I’m not gonna say that my sisters tits turn me on.” He said, going back to his hiding ways.

“You mean admit?” I asked, hoping for the right answer.

“I didn’t say that.” He defended even though it was clear to both of us that they were indeed a turn on.

I moved closer towards him, my chest still naked.

“Come on I bet your virgin ass is hard right now.” I tried to push.

His hands reached out for me. At first I thought he was going to dive into the sexual tension between us, that he would start to squeeze my tits before sucking them into his mouth. Then I realized that he lunged for my shirt, dragging it back down to cover my body.

“How are you so ok with this?” He asked, feeling guilty himself.

I didn’t know what to say. I couldn’t tell the truth, or at least not yet. I needed to think of something to say that wouldn’t ruin my chances of finally being with him.

“I guess I’m just more comfortable with the human body than you are. I mean, I could see why you’d be like this. You’ve never been with a girl. I’m sure you would have acted this way if I was your girlfriend.” I attempted.

He looked up at me. There was such a disgust feeling to his look. I wish he was ok with this already. I wish his mouth would form that charming smile upon seeing my body. I wish he was aware of how submissive I’d be for him. He seemed to believe me and my words.

“How would you know?” He asked, wondering how I had so much insight on the matter at hand.

“Because I was the same way. Then I went off to college and my roommate told me that we need to be comfortable with our bodies. We actually got along way better after we had seen each other naked. I was freaked out at first, just like how you are now. But then seeing her be so calm and ok with being naked showed me that I have nothing to hide. I have a body, just like you do. And we have a bond Jace. A bond that we can’t find anywhere else. Before friends we only had each other. Now that we’re older, shouldn’t you feel comfortable the same way I do? We were the first person we had ever trusted. And I still feel that, which is why I could show you my body.” I explained.

I have no idea where that had came from. I don’t know if it was the liquor or the desperateness but I somehow managed to convince him that that was the truth. It seemed like a very well thought out lie after thinking about it. I could see the shame slowly fade away from his face, his eyes traveling up and down my body. He was starting to feel more comfortable with me. If I could just explain to him that while what I want from us is wrong, it would feel so right. That while it’s ok to be comfortable with each other’s bodies, we weren’t allowed to do these special things.

“I have never heard or read about that anywhere in my life. Even if I was comfortable with our bodies, my mind goes to this place and suddenly I’m doing these things to you that we shouldn’t be doing.” He explained.

It started to look like he was having a panic attack. The thought of sex coupled with his naked sister might have been too much for him. I had to somehow finesse myself through this situation, I already had my goal in mind.

“Well yeah Jace, that part is wrong. But that’s because you see my body as something sexual. Once you’re comfortable with my body then there won’t be any sexual tension, it would be normal. And once things are normal the idea of sex won’t even come to mind. I wouldn’t be a sexy bodied girl, I’d be your sister, same as always, same as how you see me clothed.”

I was impressing myself with my own lies. The idea of seeing each other naked was almost as taboo as wanting to feel my brother’s cock in me. Yet everything I’ve said sounds honestly legit. It sounds like something I can get away with. I grew more confident as the lies continued.

“You know that actually sounds like it makes sense. I just have to get used to your body?” He asked, wanting to be ok and feel ok.

I nodded my head. Trying to be as soothing and comforting as I could be. He started to look at me again. His eyes seemed to take their time as his glance came over my chest. I don’t blame him. If I had a sister who looked like me I’d want to look. I started to feel love in my heart. Despite everything being an elaborate lie, I did feel the same as I made myself seem.

I did trust my brother, and I did want him to be comfortable with my body. Maybe not to the point where he could see me clothed or naked and it wouldn’t make a difference. I wanted him comfortable with those thoughts he said he would have of my naked body. I wanted to ease him into the world of sex. I wanted to explain to him that whatever he wanted, I would give to him. I wanted him to feel safe, like any big sister would. But I also craved for him to be inside of me, and the didn’t feel so big sisterly. I wanted to be his first, to show him what it’s like to love the person you’re with. I never felt that. In a way this would be my first too. Kind of. I also did want to get absolutely wrecked by his cock.

“Let’s start off slow.” I suggested.

My hands reached for his hips and found the edge of his shirt. I started to pull it over his head when he started to help me. Now he the one shirtless. He seemed to be more calm. My words must’ve reached him. Hopefully he keeps this a secret. Falling for this kind of lie says a lot about his mind, how easy and gullible it was. The jig would be up if he told someone about this moment and they told him that it was complete and utter bullshit. I smiled at him, trying to comfort him.

“See, there’s nothing wrong with you being shirtless right?” He nodded his head. “So then there would be nothing wrong if I was shirtless.” I mentioned.

I took off my shirt, throwing it to the side, hoping it would be the last time I take it off for the night. His eyes immediately shot downwards towards my tits. I tried not to get too excited at the attention. My face struggled with keeping its calm facade. Deep down inside I wanted to bury his face between my chest and feel his tongue run all over my nipples.

“So this is ok?” He asked, slurring his words.

I gave a nod of my head. Then another idea formed in my head. I dropped my smile, becoming serious. My body was right next to his. My tits were out and I could feel my pussy getting wetter with every glance towards my body. He smiled, realizing that his big sister’s body is nothing to be ashamed of. I still had to instill the idea of being so comfortable that he could happily picture himself having sex with me.

“You know how I said having sexual thoughts is wrong?” I brought up again, attempting to end the wait once and for all.

He nodded his head, his eyes sleepy and drunk.

“Well ask me truth or dare.” I insisted.

Even though he was confused, he asked, “Truth or dare?”

“Truth, now ask me about how I feel about the sexual thoughts.” I demanded softly.

“What do you think about these sexual thoughts?” He asked.

I looked deep into his eyes, trying to find any hint of desire through his glazed matching blue eyes. He had to feel the same. Drunk or not. I knew he loved his sister, but would he be willing to go so far?

“I know that they are wrong,” I started. I took his hands in mine, holding those soft hands of his. I took a deep breath and plunged for the goal line. “But I still want them Jace.” I said.

He didn’t know what to think, his mind running wild with drunk thoughts. I didn’t give him time to react. I lean forward and kissed his incredibly soft lips. I could feel his surprise, but what was even more shocking was him kissing me back. I felt his mouth angrily attack mine. That was until he stopped us.

“We’re drunk, and this is wrong.” He said, his drunken mind doing more harm than good to my cause.

“I know I told you that you should be comfortable with my body. But honestly, I’m not comfortable with yours, I crave your body. I want you little brother. I loved the way you looked at me in the split second in the bathroom yesterday. I loved how soft you were when taking off my bra. I know you want my body. But I want you to want me too.” I went on.

Our heads were pressed against each other. Our eyes a couple inches from one another, our lips in such a close proximity.

“I tried to convince myself that I didn’t want you,” He went on to explain. “I tried to push away those thoughts. They were wrong, sick even. I couldn’t help but notice you when you came back. When I walked in on you I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to enjoy your body.” He confessed.

His breath reeked of alcohol but I still wanted his mouth against mine. It aroused me on every level to hear that he wanted me too. We were the same, disgusted at the fact that we both craved each other. But we both succumbed to our desire.

“This is wrong,” I repeated.

A sad look came over his eyes, like he had lost a part of him. But his face began to glow as I finished my sentence.

“But there’s nothing I want more than this.” I finally said.

His lips shot towards mine. We were both locked in our incestious lust. We were locked at the lips. I had so much experience over him. I had hoped that I could be gentle enough, slow enough, to make my baby brother feel the most at ease. As our kisses grew in intensity, I took ahold of his hands. At first I gripped them in my own, wanting him to be in my grip. But I soon placed them on my hips. Just the feeling of his hands, the warmth they gave out, it sent shivers down my back. We continued to ravish one another’s lips.

“Do you want to touch me?” I asked.

What was most important was consent. I didn’t want to make him do anything he didn’t want to do. But after spending so much time teasing him with my chest, his desire to have them grew. He nodded his head mid kiss. I felt his hands slowly move up my body. It gave me such a rush to feel his soft tender skin against my body. Both of his hands took ahold one of my breasts. Very gently he began to squeeze them. He moaned into my mouth. I took the opportunity to slide my tongue into his mouth. He responded by wrapping his lips around my intruding tongue.

His thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples. Dirty thoughts clouded his mind. Everything he’s ever wanted to do to a woman, to a woman who looked like me. He didn’t need to be nervous. I wanted to take that away. His lips found my neck. My own hands held his head as he began to devour my skin. I felt his teeth lightly clamp down onto my skin. His soft nibbles made me moan. I could feel him wanting to take my tits into his mouth. I subtly stuck my chest outward, trying to press myself against his lower jaw.
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