Sharing A Bed With My Brother

I wanted to do a lot of things that summer. Drink alcohol. Lose my virginity. Maybe get a boyfriend.

Instead, I was in some huge vacation house in the middle of nowhere, sharing a bed with my asshole brother. Which was ridiculous. The vacation house had a lot of bedrooms, but we also had a lot of family, and not everyone fit. I didn't know why that meant I had to sleep next to the jerk that is my brother, but I decided not to complain. It was only for one night--after Christmas morning was over, most of our family would leave to go back home; to Michigan.

I wasn't even sure what country we were in, but it was far away from sunny [a place in Michigan]. It was snowing here, and the drive took eight hours.

The room I was in wasn't small, but not big, either. It was cozy, with dark wooden floors covered with fluffy red rugs, and the walls were seemingly made of abnormally big tree logs.

After he claimed a side of the bed, my brother had lit all the candles, and then he'd taken a vanilla-scented one out of his bag. I'd complained that vanilla wasn't Christmas-y, and he'd given me a 'shut up' look.

Now he was turned away from me, watching something on his phone. I was looking at his back, pulling my own phone out. I was cold, bored, and frustrated.

"You're breathing too loud." My brother huffed.

"There's something called headphones." I hissed, wanting him to shut up. I was reading a very kinky story on some sex website, and he was distracting me from it.

Maybe reading a sex story next to my brother wasn't a great idea, and I have no idea why I did it, but I kept reading. It wasn't long before I could feel the ache between my legs, and I started automatically grinding myself against the mattress.

"Why are you moving so much?" My brother barked.

"Can you just shut up already, Jayden?"

"What are you doing?"

"Mind your own business."

And then he did the worst thing he could do. Turn over to face me.

He couldn't see my screen, but now I couldn't really move anymore, or risk him finding out what I was doing--right next to him.

"You're in a bad mood." He said.

I gritted my teeth. "No."

"Yes. Why? Wanted to spend the winter break with your boyfriend?" Jayden's voice sounded taunting, as he knew I didn't have a boyfriend, but also... bitter. Almost jealous, but I was probably imagining things.

"Ass."

He rolled his eyes at me. "What're you going to do?"

"About?"

"About tomorrow."

I had to take a moment to realize what he was talking about. Then I remembered that tomorrow was my birthday. Or, well, in a few hours. It was almost midnight, which meant I'd finally be eighteen in less than three hours.

"I don't know." I shrugged. "What do you think I should do?"

"Stop moving."

I glared at him and went back to reading my story. Having him staring at me was both frustrating and exciting. I mentally punched myself for thinking the latter. He's your annoying brother! Get a grip!

"You a virgin?"

My cheeks flushed. "Excuse me?"

"You're such a child. It's not a weird question, Laine."

"I'm not telling you."

"So you are." His eyes softened.

"I didn't say that!"

"Your silence is answer enough."

"Can you please just shut up?" I asked, exasperated.

He closed his mouth and just watched me. I ignored him and kept reading. There was some hardcore sex going on in the story. Without even noticing it, I was grinding against the mattress again, my breathing getting heavier. I let out a soft little whimper and froze, looking at Jayden. His eyes had darkened.

"Naughty little sister." He muttered before getting up and walking into the adjoined bathroom. The door shut, then locked.

My cheeks were red from embarrassment, and I was about to put my phone away when I realized that now was my chance. Jayden was gone. I could either finish this or be sexually frustrated all night.

I snatched my pillow and propped it between my legs, moving my hips around to find the right angle. When I finally found it, I started humping the pillow. My panties were already soaking, and the thin material did nothing but irritate me. I kicked it off, threw it on the floor. My shirt was pulled up, and since I wasn't wearing a bra, my huge breasts were pressed into the bed. I was grinding my clit against the pillow, moving my hips in circles. The warmth in my belly was spreading. My legs were shaking.

I was whimpering again. Making little, soft, needy sounds. I completely forgot about the story on my phone, just mindlessly grinding against the pillow, thinking about someone, imagining his hands all over me.

Naughty little sister.

It dawned on me then, who I was thinking about. But I was too desperate for that high, and I kept grinding, a few more times, when I finally got to that edge--

The bathroom door opened.

I yanked my shirt down, and pulled the sheets over my naked lower body. Jayden ignored me and walked out of the bedroom. He was breathing hard.

I stared at the door for a few moments, sure he'd walk back in, and then I went back to chasing my orgasm. It was more powerful this time--felt so good I had to press my face into the other pillow so no one would hear my moans. I whimpered, moving my hips a bit more, and then I went limp.

***

My eyes opened. I'd fallen asleep. It was 11.57 a.m., and Jayden was next to me.

"Jay?" I murmured.

"Hm?"

I looked at him. He was turned away, sitting on the edge of his side of the bed.

"Where's your pillow?" Jayden asked, turning his head to me.

I blinked. Then I turned red. It was dark, and I was thankful that he couldn't see me. "Um--under my leg," I said quickly. "My ankle was hurting."

"Sprained it? Let me see."

"No!" I sat up, wrapping the sheets around my waist and bending over the bed. My panties weren't there.

"Happy birthday, little sister."

Jayden's voice was low, raspy.

I looked at the clock. 12 a.m.--I was eighteen. My brother turned to me, my panties in his hand. His cock in the other.

I'd never seen it before--I'd never seen one in real life in general. So obviously I stared. It was really impressive, too. Not those 'big' cocks in those lame porn videos. It was long, and it was thick, his hand barely wrapping around it.

"Jay..." I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. My pussy was aching again. I squeezed my thighs together, and his eyes followed my movement. Darkened again.

I couldn't stop the soft whine escaping my lips.

Jayden pounced on me.

Alarmed, I tried to scramble back, but he snatched the sheets off of me and pulled me back by my ankle. My legs were forced apart, and he crawled between them, shoving my panties into my mouth. They were covered in something that tasted salty.

I shrieked, but he covered my mouth with one hand and used the other to rip my shirt off. The fabric tore, and I was naked.

"I've been good," His hand squeezed my breast hard. My eyes watered, and I kicked my legs to no avail. "I've been so good. I waited until you were old enough." His hand goes from my breast to cup my pussy. Two fingers spread apart my pussy lips, his thumb feeling the wetness. My hips bucked into his hand, making me moan.

"Shh... why don't you be a good girl for me, little sister?" He kissed my forehead. "Tell your big brother who you were thinking about when you were grinding that dirty cunt on your pillow like a horny little whore."

Oh god. I couldn't think anymore.

"Tell your big brother, Laine."

"No one." I tried to say, but my panties were still stuffed in my mouth, and his hand was covering it as well. It came out mumbled, and he laughed, kissing my cheek.

"I'm just teasing, little sister."

I heard a belt unbuckle. My entire body froze. I finally remembered I had hands and started to claw at him. Within seconds, he had them both pinned above my head. His other hand was tugging his pants down. My mouth was free, and I screamed, but the panties were still in my mouth. I tried to spit them out and pushed at them with my tongue, but it was no use, and Jayden was laughing at me.

"You're a feisty one, little sister. And so beautiful. Those tits on you... fuck. Definitely didn't get 'em from ma." He chuckled.

I kept squirming around as I felt his cock suddenly on my thigh. I looked, and the asshole was still dressed. His shirt was still on, and his pants were only lowered a bit so he could free his cock, while I was completely bare in front of him.

"Mm... bet you're tight..." He murmured, rubbing his cock against my thigh. "Fuck, little sister... that pretty pink cunt of yours is so perfect... so wet... do you like this, little sister? Your big brother about to rape your hole? 'Cause that's all you are, you know. A hole that I'm going to fuck. A pretty little hole. Bet you're soaked, thinking 'bout my cock inside you." He slapped me, making me freeze again. "Whore."

He was being so cruel, my stomach dropped--and it went right to my pussy, the pulsation making my hips buck up automatically. God. I liked it. I liked the way he was treating me.

He too realized that, and smirked. His cock twitched, moving on its own, and I couldn't help but stare again. Until his hand wrapped around his length and he guided his hips towards mine. I started thrashing again, hot tears streaming down my cheeks. He kissed them away, and I wondered if he was mentally unstable. Surely, no normal person would rape their sister, say such cruel words, and then be so gentle? Then again, no normal person liked it when their brother raped them. I did.

"Deep breaths, little sister."

I tried; I tried to breathe in, to scream, to thrash, but I couldn't do anything, and then he was already burying his huge dick inside my tight, virgin pussy.

The pain was intense. It was so intense, I blacked out for a moment. When I woke up, likely only ten seconds later, Jayden was rolling his hips, softly thrusting in and out of me. My head was lolled to the side, and I saw the blood. It made me panic, but he kissed me, and I got distracted.

My pussy clenched around his cock and he grunted, head falling onto my shoulder. It felt so intimate that it made me feel a little sick.

"Pretty slutty sister of mine..." He whispered, his pace quickening.

I whimpered in protest, but it wasn't long before he was frantically pounding into me. He was moaning, and I thought, what a beautiful sound, before shaking my head and trying to fight back again. It was no use. I was weak, about to have an orgasm, and so I just... let him.

The moment he sensed that all the fight had left my body, the pounding became even more frantic. I moaned and he grunted, whispering cruel things in my ear that made my pussy clench and him grin.

It wasn't long before I could feel myself reaching the peak.

"That's... it..." He murmured in a strangled voice. "... fuck... Laine..."

His movements had become messy, and his cock was pulsating, spurting his cum inside of me. He thrust a few more times--and then I came around his cock. I cried out, my cunt squeezing his shaft so hard he gasped, and then my body was left shuddering.

My eyes opened after two minutes of lying there, to find him already watching me. His eyes were soft, but there was something in them that scared me.

"I'm never letting you go."