DISCLAIMERS:
- All characters are 18+ including those in high school or graduating
- Obviously, actual incest is very bad!! This is fantasy!
- A/N: I didn't really edit this. Sorry!
All Grown Up
A sister returns home from college and her little brother's all grown up.
Lacy
"You should be nicer to Mom."
I look up from my book, surprised to find Cole standing there, swimming trunks on and a towel draped over one shoulder. I look around to see if the telltale parent is around - maybe she forced him outside under the guide of sibling bonding - but she's nowhere to be seen.
At the moment, I'm thankful for my polarized sunglasses because I can't help but check out my own brother. When I left for school he was still a sophomore - an awkward, slightly chubby sophomore. Always holed up in his room fucking around on the computer or doing homework like the good little straight-A student he's always been. Not even during the hottest of Midwest summers has he ever stepped foot in our backyard pool.
But this new Cole?
He's taller - at least by three inches, and filled out, his shoulders broader and arms noticeably muscular. His dark hair has grown out and it grazes his eyes in this perfectly tousled, sexy-if-he-wasn't-my-fucking-brother kind of way. His usually fair skin is also tanned, which tells me he's been making much more use of the pool than I'd anticipated when I camped out here this morning.
"You heard that?" I ask, suddenly embarrassed about my fight with Mom, and feeling in the strangest way, like I'm talking to a stranger. This is
not
the dweeby mathlete I used to yell at about using up all the hot water.
Cole shrugs off the towel, tossing it on the lounge chair next to me.
God, he looks good. Not muscley in the dehydrated gym-bro way that so many frat guys aspire to at school, but like he belongs on a farm. Or a construction site. Soft but strong and solid. Jesus, those
arms
.
I wonder for the briefest of moments what he thinks about me, lying out in a tiny bikini that I'd expected to wear on a beach in Mexico. Right now, I should be getting ogled by frat guys and amateur DJs - not my little brother.
Not that I'm complaining.
I swallow hard, the thought alarming. What the fuck is wrong with me?
"I think she's just missed you," he says, and it's then that I notice his voice is also noticeably deeper. You'd think I've been away for ages, not just two years. "I know I have."
I'm surprised by this.
It's not like Cole and I don't get along but our family keeps each other at an arm's length - only by spending time with exes' families have I learned that making small talk with your own siblings and parents is
not
the norm.
So this 'missed ya sis!' thing he's got going on? Yeah, it's a surprise. The way it makes heat pool between my legs? Also surprising.
"Thanks," I say, nervous, though I'm not sure why. "You too."
After a moment I add, "I just think it's shitty of her to demand I'm home but the second work calls, she has to up and leave. You know?"
Cole nods and he does look sympathetic, which I appreciate. But then he says:
"Well, it's not like you're missing out on much, anyway. Right?"
Wrong.
I should be getting fucked stupid by some idiot stranger I'll never see again.
Instead, I just smile and say, "Right."
~
Cole
She'd been planning to get laid, that much is obvious.
The restlessness, the irritability. Let's be real, what's there to miss out on during spring break if not meaningless fucks and getting to show off her ridiculous body in that ridiculous bikini?
I know my sister's pent up because I feel the exact same way.
The shit Lacy wears around the house doesn't help either - if she's even wearing clothes. It's usually some kind of bikini with a towel or sheer cover-up doing absolutely nothing to hide her perfectly round ass and perky cleavage. Now that Mom's gone on her business trip, too, Lacy's taken to going topless when tanning her back by the pool.
I feel like a fucking amateur, drooling over the sight of some side boob. But I'd be lying if I said the way her tits swell against the lounge chair isn't sinfully hot.
After I talked to her that first time, she watched me swim some laps for about five minutes - before I got paranoid about being too hard to get out of the pool with some dignity and left. I drained my balls in the shower just thinking about her on some stupid beach, in her tiny bikini, getting that smug smile fucked off of her face.
She'd love it, too. The attention. The sex.
I saw her vibrator charging when I had to relay some message from Mom earlier this week. Her showers have gotten increasingly long. Sometimes she comes downstairs for water, reeking of cum. It's clear that she's going crazy gooning out by herself all spring break.
Because I'm such a good brother, I decided to help her out.
~
"Were you expecting anyone?"
Lacy looks up from the couch, a cute, confused concern taking over her face. Fuck, she is pretty. Big dark eyes with long lashes. Perfect, rosy lips that are almost always turned up in a mischievous smirk. Glossy brown hair thrown up in a haphazard bun. She's, of course, in a pair of tiny shorts and a baby tee that shows off her midriff. No bra.
I pretend to remember something, conjuring up an Oh Shit! sort of expression.
"Fuck, yeah. Sorry I forgot to tell you. Some of the football guys were gonna come hang out. Use the pool and stuff." I say, walking past her to answer the door.
I fight the smile edging onto my lips when I see her light up in my peripheral. I'm sure she's been too busy with college stuff to even remember that I joined the team since she's left. But the thought of being the only girl - and a hot girl, at that - in an empty house of testosterone?
Hook, line, and sinker.
~
"Dude, your sister's fucking hot."
"Shut up, Ty, that's fucking weird."
Normally, I'd appreciate that my friend is defending my sister's honor or whatever, but to set things in motion I kind of need someone here to fuck Lacy. So I just roll my eyes in a good natured
oh brother
kind of way, hoping it doesn't discourage Matt, our kicker, from shooting his shot.
It doesn't.
~
Lacy
It's not, like, the best sex of my life but at least I'm getting laid.
"Fuck, oh- my GOD..." I grip my sheets and cry out, encouragingly.
The guy, Matt? Max?, has a nice dick - long enough to hit all the right places. But he's not as rough as I'd hoped. He's cautious and fucks with this wide-eyed, starry look on his face, repeating "you're so hot" over and over, like he can't believe his luck or something. He's a good looking guy but I wish he'd just shut up, pin me down, and really fuck me. God knows I'm wet enough.
Schluk...schluk...schluk...
"Aaannnhhhh....! Right there, baby," I coo, putting on the performance of a lifetime.
Harder, damn it!
"Rii-iiight there...oh, god, just like that."
His balls slap my clit and give me some relief but I feel myself getting impatient and almost more pent up than if I'd just fucked myself.
I flip over on my bed, swaying my ass in the air and grab my window sill. The view overlooks the backyard, but most of the other guys have left by now. I'm arching my back and roughly redirecting Matt/Max's hands to my ass and tits when I see him.
Cole.
He's in a pair of dark sweats, his hair damp, looking smug and handsome and so unlike the brother I know that it makes me whine.
And he's
looking right at me
.
He has one of Mom's beers in hand and he raises it, subtly enough that I could've missed it but almost like he's toasting me. He almost looks bored, an amused smile tugging at his lips, as he takes a pull of the beer and leans against the pool shed, making no moves to break eye contact.
Who is this beer smuggling, cocky asshole in my baby brother's sexed up body?
Knowing he's watching almost makes me come.
I spread my legs even wider and lean closer to the window. I splay my fingers over the glass and stare at Cole, my mouth hanging open as I moan lewdly - it takes more effort than I'd like to admit not to say his name. I wonder if he can hear any of it, muffled behind the glass.
"Unnnghh....aaanhhh, fuck!" I moan, Matt/Max's cock hitting a sweet spot. I look back at him, biting my lip, pleading for more, playing my role of encouraging slut. "I'm s-so close,"
I roll my hips back and push against the window to fuck back into him - hard. I stare at Cole's fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle and imagine them inside of me. On my neck. In my hair. He's grown so much, of course he'd know how to use them.
I stare at Cole, thinking about his arms pinning me down and how, if the rest of him has grown so much, have other parts? I think about that jaw of his working between my thighs and how he's always been sweet. He's always been a people pleaser.
If it were him fucking me, I'd already have come.
"Pleeease," I hear myself whining. This seems to spur my partner on and he finally picks up the pace. I moan in surprise, grinning. God, I sound slutty. "Please don't stop...fuuu......hhhhhck!"
Shyly, Matt/Max fists my hair and tilts my head back. I beam, moaning in time with his dick thrusting into my pussy, hoping this will encourage him.
I don't have to look out to know that Cole's still there, watching.
The lewd sounds of sloppy, sucking pussy around cock fills my bedroom. I'd almost be embarrassed by how cock drunk I've become if I gave a shit what Matt/Max thought. The guy just seems happy to be here. I run my fingers over my slit, using my own slick to play with my clit. I start to shake,
actually
close this time.
"Oh fuck," I cry out. "Can't...can't take it, fuck, I'm gonna-"
"Me too," Matt/Max groans, hips stuttering.
