Author's Note: Welcome to another installment of the Taboo Confessions a website where people go to admit, and sometimes brag, about their incestuous sins. In this quick and dirty tale, Tammy tells the story of how she used what she had to get what she needed.... from her brother. Enjoy. LC68
Chapter One
Hi! My name is Tammy, and after a friend told me about this site, I figured I'd check it out and post my own dirty little confession. It was five years ago, and at the time I had just turned nineteen and my brother Jeff was twenty one.
We got along like most brothers and sisters as in we cared about each other, but also lived to bust each other's chops and give each other a hard time, especially if one of us did something stupid.
Our parents were away for a week, and my mom said I could use her car, but to be careful because a few months before that I'd gotten into an accident and totaled mine. It was my fault, I'd been looking at my phone and when I hit a patch of ice, only had one hand on the wheel and spun out and into a pole.
I was on their insurance, and they were livid it was going to go up, which it already had because I'd also gotten a speeding ticket, and another ticket for not seeing a stop sign. I was put on 'probation' by them, saying that if I needed to use one of their cars for school or work, I could, and if I was responsible then after six months, they'd help me get another car.
That was only another three weeks, but when I took my mother's car to pick up a pizza on the way to a friend's house, some asshole parked at an angle and when I backed out I got too close to an old pickup truck and hit it.
The driver was in the truck and when he got out I went into full panic mode, stammering I was sorry and please don't call the police, and just babbling like a teenage drama queen.
I caught a break that the guy was mad cool and pointed out that since his truck was higher than mom's car and had an old fashioned steel bumper, there was barely a scratch on it, and he didn't care because it was an old work truck.
He told me not to worry about it and to just take care of my car. That was when my relief turned to 'oh, shit'. The taillight was completely smashed and there was a gouge in the paint on the corner of the fender beneath it.
My friend Jenna's dad worked at an auto body shop and I drove straight there and talked to him. Jenna and I had been friends since 4th grade, and again I went into hysterics telling him how if my parents found out I might never own a car again! (Drama, am I right?)
He promised that not only could he fix it if I brought it by the next morning, but he wouldn't tell my parents. He knew I was a good kid and sometimes kids got themselves in jams and it's not like I was drinking or doing anything bad.
It looked as if I was going to get away with it...until he told me that because of the body work to get rid of the deep scratch and the paint, the light and the frame for it, the shops time...it was going to be $300.
I was only working twenty hours a week because it was during the school year, and had just paid for my books, paid mom and dad for my share of our now higher insurance, and had just given my friend Lisa $150 for the Metallica tickets she'd put on her credit card for us.
I had a total of $250 in my account and had to leave something in there. I needed a hundred dollars and by tomorrow as Jenna's dad said the owner agreed to let him put it in front of other jobs as a favor, and I couldn't pick up the car without paying.
He'd already done enough for me so there was no way I could ask him try to get me more time. I didn't want to ask any of my friends, because I knew it would be a while before I could pay them back, and they were all broke like me.
But Jeff was never broke.
He'd pissed our folks off by not going to college, but as he'd said, he had no interest in any particular field, so why waste his or their money? He was a big, rugged guy, and good with his hands, and through his high school football coach landed a job with a small contractor.
He made good money, and although he liked to smoke, and bought any new game, or gaming system that came out, he had healthy savings account. I hated to ask him because it meant I'd have to tell him what I needed it for.
That would lead to him teasing me he'd tell our parents and other ball busting, including I'd owe him more than the money and would have to deal with whatever shitty chore he'd want me to do for him.
Last time I needed him to cover for me when I slipped out to meet Joe, my ex-boyfriend, I had to wash his truck every day for a week and do his laundry, handling his filthy work clothes.
But it was better than paying more insurance and having to beg for my parent's car for another six months, and after another mishap like this, who's to say they'd even let me drive theirs anymore?
I had to work at Subway that afternoon, and when I came home at nine figured Jeff wouldn't be around because he had been bragging about going to hook up with some slut who was just looking for a fuck.
To my surprise his Chevy Silverado was in the driveway, and after I showered the smell of onions and lunchmeat off me, I slipped on an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats and went in to ask for my favor and endure the abuse for needing it.
I did get the favor, but the one I gave in return is the reason I'm here.
Chapter Two
I heard Aerosmith playing loudly as I approached his room and after he didn't reply to my knock, I was too impatient to keep trying-especially if he were just being a tool and ignoring me, and walked in.
"Hey, Jeff, can I talk to...Oh!"
Jeff sat in his gaming chair at an angle, his jeans pushed down facing away from me, but I had a clear view of a woman sucking cock on his computer, and his in his hand.
For a few seconds, I froze, my eyes darting from the video to my brother's cock. I finally got over the initial shock, and turned to the side, hoping to ease out the door. But as I did, part of me couldn't help thinking, Jeff had pretty big dick.
He was a big guy, around 6'2" and an easy 210 pounds with not an ounce of fat on him. His hands were exceptionally large, easily able to palm a basketball, and there was a lot of hard flesh protruding from his big fist.
Why the hell I would think that? Really, even looking back, I'm not sure other than I was a young woman who although I wouldn't say I was easy, I wasn't adverse to having some grown up fun when the chance presented itself, and had always enjoyed giving head.
Brother or not, Jeff was a good looking guy, and a bad boy type at that with his smoldering brown eyes, scruffy beard and heavily tattooed arms. My friends melted over him, and he probably could have scored any of them, but even though like me, he was always up to be up as he joked, he'd never mess with any of my friends, if for no other reason than the drama it would cause.
Likewise, and not to sound like I'm all that, but Jeff wasn't the only pretty kid in the family. I got plenty of attention myself. I was tall with a slender athletic build, but my tits were bigger than most of the girls who had similar builds on my volleyball team and seemed bigger because the rest of me was slim and trim.
I knew I had a nice ass and loved flaunting it in my bikini bottom when we played, and my long legs were tight, toned and still showing some of the deep tan a summer of playing on the beach had earned me.
I had the same dark eyes as my brother, but mine were on the wider side. I used to say they looked innocent, and Jeff would make a comment along the yeah right, and just say I looked confused.
My long black hair flowed down to my mid back, and all around I considered myself a nice package of pretty with a nice body. I also had the lips befitting someone who enjoyed sucking cock, and there wasn't a guy that saw my mouth that didn't think of it.
Just as I knew my brother was 'in demand' it worked the same with his friends and his 'annoyingly hot sister' as he once referred to me one time when he'd been drinking. That comment came after we'd gone to the same party, and a guy who didn't know me told Jeff, "Look at the cock sucking lips on that one" and got knocked on his ass.
Jeff was the typical big brother in that regard, he could call me names, but no one else could. But right now I was ready to call it a night and get my ass out of the room and catch him in the morning, because even coming back later I'd feel kind of weird knowing what he'd been...
"Jesus Christ!" Jeff shouted when he must have caught me out of the corner of his eye.
He spun in the chair and lifted up in it to pull his jeans up, then turned back around, his face red from being embarrassed and pissed off because of it.
"Don't you fucking knock?"
"I did, but you have the music so loud you didn't..." I'd been yelling, but when he hit his phone to pause his playlist, finished in a normal tone. "Hear me."
When his response was to glare at her, I shrugged.
"You always listen to music when you jerk off? Figured you'd want to hear the woman."
"I did that so my sister who was going to be home from work wouldn't hear me watching porn." He countered.
"Hey," I snapped my fingers. "Weren't you supposed to be out tonight? You know," I pointed to the video, which was still playing and had switched to a blonde gagging noisily on a fat cock. "Getting some of that?"
"I cancelled when Greg called me a couple hours ago and said he saw her out with another guy."
"So what, you just wanted to hit it and quit it, anyway."
"I wish you didn't say things like that," he muttered. "But it's one thing to know she's doing whoever, whenever, and another to know it's one to the other. I don't need sloppy seconds."
"Speaking of sloppy." I gestured to the PC again where a redhead was now being face fucked and long strands of spit and drool was spilling from her mouth. "You want to shut that off?"
"Why? I'm going back to it as soon as you leave."
"Bro, I'm your sister, you're really cool with having that on while I'm in here?"
