*All characters are 18+. This is fiction for erotic entertainment only; I do not condone nonconsensual sex.*
It started my first New Year's Eve home from college.
Kevin, my nineteen-year-old brother, had just broken up with his girlfriend. They'd only been together a few months, but it sounded like a wild few months. Too wild, I guess.
Whatever happened, he was pretty mopey the whole break. We were close, but he didn't want to talk about it. Just mentioned once that the bitch cheated on him, then went to get himself another drink.
Our parents didn't care if we drank as long as we weren't stupid about it--no driving, obviously, no throwing up or blacking out.
They'd already turned in for the night, too tired to watch the ball drop.
"Hey," I yelled toward the kitchen, "hurry up in there, you're going to miss it!" The house was large enough that our parents wouldn't hear anything.
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled back. He was mixing more drinks, intent on getting drunk. I wasn't exactly sober by then either.
"Here ya go, Lizard," he said as he handed over a glass with way too much liquid.
I stuck out my tongue at the nickname. Elizabeth was a seriously ancient name, but Lizard wasn't any better.
He smiled a little and gulped at his drink, sinking into the couch next to me.
I took a sip and coughed. "The fuck did you put in here, pure ethanol?!" It burned my throat and stung my eyes. Ethanol with a hint of cinnamon. Tasty.
He shrugged and took another mouthful like it was water. I shook my head and tried it again. It still tasted like fire. And it was going straight to my head.
I'd already had a couple of beers, which was usually my limit. Eh, whatever, it was New Year's and I couldn't be assed to get myself a drink.
By the time that silly ball dropped, we were both drunk. He was practically falling over and the room spun for me. I hadn't finished that crazy drink; he had.
I helped him to his bedroom. Or rather, we both stumbled in that general direction and made it eventually.
We collapsed onto his bed and he rolled over, almost instantly falling asleep. I was too dizzy and tired to find my own room. We'd shared a bed plenty of times before; he wouldn't mind.
Somehow, I managed to strip off a few of my clothes before passing out. Pants, I remembered to take off my pants.
I woke up to my brother hovering over me in the dark, his body faintly illuminated by moonlight peeking through the window. He was mumbling something.
"Claire, I--I love you. It's ok. Everything's ok," he said. It was a lot more mumbly and slurred, but I think that's what he said. I wasn't really awake yet.
Then he started touching me.
Kinda awkwardly and gently rubbing my arms at first, then he grabbed a boob and I came fully awake.
"What are you doing?" I batted his hand away. There weren't any sheets covering us, whether because he threw them off or I never managed to pull them on, I don't know.
He pinned my arms to the bed. "I'm sorry," he mumbled, "I'm sorry for-- for yelling at you, Claire. Let me... make it up-- up to you."
Claire. His ex-girlfriend.
"I'm not--"
He kissed me, probably not noticing that I was trying to avoid him. I tried to push his tongue out of my mouth, and he seemed to take that as approval. He lifted my arms over my head, settling his body over mine.
My brother was almost twice my weight and most of it was muscle. He was a super outdoorsy kinda guy and liked rock climbing, hiking, that sort of thing.
I went on morning jogs, but that was about it. My body was naturally tiny. He was completely covering me.
I tried to close my legs, but he already had a knee in place and casually made space for himself while he continued to swirl his tongue around my mouth.
He was actually a pretty good kisser, even drunk.
He let go of my arms and groped a boob through my clothes while his other hand grabbed my waist.
I shoved at his shoulders, kneed him in the legs, squirmed and whined. I don't think he even registered my efforts.
His hand drifted over my hip and massaged my inner thighs, then groped my mound. I froze, not wanting to encourage him more.
And also because apparently, I'd accidentally removed my panties earlier. He groaned, likely appreciating my readiness.
Two of his fingers slipped inside of me.
I was so wet. I'd only had sex a few times and not at all for almost half a year. My drunk body was quite happy with the attention and didn't care that it was my brother.
I moaned as he stroked me. Fuck, I needed a good fuck, but... not from my brother. My brain slowly got around to that thought and I tried again to push him off, making irritated little grunting sounds in his mouth.
He kissed me harder, his free hand threading through my hair and holding my head in place. Then something bigger than his fingers was pressing against my pussy. His cock. Oh no.
I was really struggling now, and my noises grew panicked but that only seemed to encourage him. If I could get away from his lips sealing mine, I would be yelling at him to stop, telling him I'm not Claire, telling him not to fuck his sister. Shouting no, no, no!
