Author's Notes: As is usual to state on Literotica, in case it is not clear enough from the story itself, all characters participating in sexual acts occurring in this story are at least 18 years of age.
So, some time ago, when Taylor was dealing with all of that song ownership stuff, there was a cover of LWYMMD released by a "band" named after one of her pseudonyms. Very quickly, people realized that it was most probably recorded by her brother, and, well, this story is how I imagine Taylor reacting to that if that were true, which given the category this story is in, I would like to stress is
just
my imagination, and that nothing like this had ever happened in reality.
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"Yes, yes! Thank you Austin!" Taylor Swift screamed excitedly as she jumped at her beloved younger brother to hug him, the two of them almost falling to the ground as their tall bodies collided. Thankfully, he was strong and muscular enough to hold both of them. "You can't even imagine how much this means to me! Thanks Bro, you're the best brother I could ever have, I just..." she forced out, before her emotions got the better of her as she couldn't even mumble anymore, settling to just tightening her hug to show her appreciation for him.
"I-It's OK Sis, thanks," Austin Swift blurted out, before taking a step back and putting his hands on his sister's hips to try to push her off of him.
Well, that was what he at least tried to do, anyway. The moment he touched her soft, warm skin, he found himself unable to move his arms or hands much, apart from tightening his grip on her body. Which was pretty much the reason why he wanted her off of him in the first place. His heart was beating faster and faster every moment that her beautiful body was pressed so tightly against his, and he wasn't sure whether he liked such a situation.
It was especially bad since she had just returned from some awards show, or photoshoot, or whatever, and was still dressed in one of those eye-catching, tight-fitting, curve-hugging, bust-revealing dresses she was so famous for wearing at those gatherings.
"It's just what any brother would do for his big sister," he assured her when he finally managed to get her back on the ground, his eyes focused on her breasts all the while despite him trying not to look at her bust. Now that she had finally gotten through her eating problems and was putting on some weight in all the right places, she sure was getting "big." After audibly swallowing, he added, "No need to thank me."
"No need to thank you?! I get dressed and dolled up for some idiots I have to smile at for hours like always, and when I come back, I find you just about saving my career and sticking it to the bastards trying to ruin me, and you say that I don't need to thank you?" she replied, sounding truly shocked, almost insulted at his words.
He almost said something, before she immediately shushed him and pressed her right index finger against his half-opened mouth.
"No, no. No no no no no, no!" she protested. "I haven't thanked you properly for a lot of things too many times. I haven't thanked you so much that, I'd say, about half of my fans probably don't even know that I have a sweet, gorgeous hunk as a younger brother. No, no, no. It's time that I finally thanked you properly for once."
For the briefest of moments, he was confused by the lustful tone with which she said the last sentence, as his mind still refused to believe what was happening. That denial was immediately dispelled, of course, as a scene from his hottest wet dreams suddenly turned into reality right in front of him.
First, she knelt on the carpet, smiling up at him all the while.
Then, she unbuckled his belt and pulled off his jeans after unzipping them.
And finally, even before his large, quickly-inflating cock stopped swaying after it jumped out of his boxers when she pulled them down onto his jeans, she sealed her lips around the crown, taking his tool into her mouth.
"Mmmm, yaah, mmm," Taylor purred and moaned, sucking his cock immediately after getting it past her lips.
"Oh, what, yes, Taylor!" he blurted out. Were those not the only intelligible words he could say, he would've talked more, but after that, the only thing he could do was moan and breath deeply as she used her oral skills on him. And she had
a lot
to use on him.
Sometimes, when he was in darker places than usual and felt more than a bit jealous of her incredible success, he joked, mostly to himself and a few times with his closest friends as well, about her helping herself to that success by simply playing the skin flute better than her competitors. He'd never admit joking like that to her, but whether it was true or not, she was a