Every Evening
by Pan
Note: All characters depicted in sexual situations are over 18.
I don't remember how it started.
And by that, I don't mean that I vaguely remember the events but not the details - I mean I literally have no idea how it started.
Like, none.
That was the first thing that worried me.
The second was how...normal it seemed? How natural, almost.
You know how sometimes you'll have a dream, and in that dream you have a best friend or a new relative or whatever? Despite the fact that you've only known them for a few hours at best, it
feels
right.
That's what it was like.
It had been going on for a few weeks (I think? Like I said, I have absolutely no idea when, where, or even how it started) when I started to question it. It just felt so comfortable - when our parents were out, or sometimes even late at night when they were at home, my brother would sneak into my room, and we'd fuck.
I'd love to call it "making love" or whatever, but that's just not what it was. He'd come in with a hard-on, I'd be soaking wet, and - sometimes without even saying anything - I'd roll onto my back and he'd fuck me until he came.
I always came as well. I guess that was the third thing that should have made me suspicious, but - like I said - everything about it just seemed so right. So normal.
So natural.
Of
course
it made sense that despite the fact I was barely able to get off with my hands, my brother could make me go off like a firecracker. Of
course
I was able to experience multiple orgasms without even touching my clit - just the feeling of his hard cock entering me was often enough to get me off.
We didn't use a condom, either. Nope. I've always been all about safe sex, but as soon as it's a blood relative, suddenly I'm totally fine with going bareback. God knows what would have happened if I'd gotten pregnant - thankfully I snapped out of it before then.
So yeah. Nightly, bareback, multiple orgasm-inducing intercourse with my own brother.
And it felt
amazing
. There was never any awkwardness, there was never any doubt about what the other person wanted. It felt so good that I wondered why every sister wasn't letting their brother take them, night after night.
It felt totally right.
...until one day, it didn't.
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"Oh," my brother said, a puzzled look on his face. He'd entered my room, lowered his pants, and I'd spread my legs without even thinking about it, like that was the obvious thing to do.
I wasn't wearing panties. I rarely did at home, any more.
But then a thought had entered my head, and I'd snapped my legs shut, thrown my brother a strange look, and told him I wasn't sure if I wanted to do this.
"Oh," he repeated, after the silence had grown long enough to become awkward. "Okay. Can I...can I ask why?"
I had been asking myself the same question all day. That morning, during my shower, I'd noticed the remnants of last night's tryst, and for the first time it hadn't given me a warm feeling inside.
It had felt wrong. Strange.
"I'm just not sure if we should be...y'know."
"Oh," my brother said for a third time, and glanced down at his exposed cock. I felt bad for making him feel uneasy, but at the same time, I knew he wouldn't want me to do anything I wasn't comfortable with.
And, for the first time since this had started, I wasn't feeling comfortable.
"Sorry," I said, and he waved me off with one hand. I breathed a sigh of relief - I knew he'd understand. We've always been close, even before...before we'd started copulating on a nightly basis.
There was another long silence, but it somehow felt less awkward than the previous few. Now that I'd made my decision, I knew it was right. I loved my brother, and we'd had a good time for the past few...well, for however long it had been going on, but it was time for it to come to an end.
He was clearly disappointed (and who could blame him?) but what we'd been doing was wrong. It hadn't felt wrong, but I knew that it was. We were brother and sister, and we certainly shouldn't be...getting off with each other.
Getting off inside one another.
My brother pulled up his pants and began to leave, but turned at the door, a strange look on his face.
"Hey, sis," he said, and I smiled at him.
"What's up?"
"This has been really fun."
"Yeah," I said, hoping he wasn't going to make a big thing about it. He could be a bit immature sometimes, but deep down I knew he was a good guy.
"Thanks," he said, and I nodded, wondering why he wasn't leaving. It was like there was something on the tip of his tongue, something that he couldn't quite bring himself to say.
Then, all of a sudden, he had an intense look in his eyes - like he was concentrating deeply.
"What's up?" I said again, after thirty seconds had passed and he looked no closer to leaving.
"I just wanted to say..."
"What?"
"You're..."
My smile was starting to fade. This was like pulling nails.
"What?"
When he spoke, it was so soft that I could barely hear him, but it hit me like a hammer.
"You're a dirty slut."
It felt like I'd been punched in the gut. A whole range of emotions hit me at once - anger, obviously, but also disappointment. Sadness that my brother couldn't take the fact that things were ending, fury that he would speak to me like that...that this was how he chose to end what had been such a lovely, mutually enjoyable experience.
But more than that - more than all those emotions put together - I was turned on.
I don't know how, or why, but those words were the hottest thing I'd ever heard. I reeled at the sudden force of arousal; I tried to reply, but all that came out was a grunt, a sort of angry moan.
"You're such a whore," he continued, and a fresh wave of arousal overtook my entire body. "You're nothing but a hot piece of ass, a wet pussy for me to stick my cock inside of. And you love it, don't you?"
I tried to form a sentence. I tried to tell him to fuck off, to get him out of the room so I could pull out a toy and get myself off. All I'd need was a few seconds - maybe I wouldn't even use a toy. Maybe if I touched myself, my brother's words ringing through my head...that would be enough.
But I couldn't. I couldn't say more than one word.
"Yessss..."
"I can't believe you fucked me," he said, my reaction seeming to encourage him. "Your own brother...do you know what kind of twisted fuck lets her own brother cum inside her? We did it so many times; you must be a real fucking pervert. You're just a horny, worthless, dirty slut."
"Oh god," I gasped, unable to stop myself from falling backwards on the bed. Why were his words having such an effect on me? My hips started uncontrollably bucking, pushing up against an imaginary intruder. I was so hot, so wet, so horny...all I needed was for something to graze against my clit and I was sure I'd be cumming for a week.
"Please..." I begged, and my brother grinned.
"Please what, sis? What are you begging me for now, you filthy whore?"
