Finding My Older Brother Hot

First time writer, I hope you guys enjoy. Also I'm not the type to read things over again so I apologise for any mistakes.

All comments and feedback is welcome. Please enjoy.

All characters are over 18+ and are purely fictional. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

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There's no easy way to say this but lately, I've been finding my older brother hot. Martin is basically your classic, all-American 'it' guy. He's tall, even taller than our uncle Harry who, when we were growing up, our parents always referred to as "y'know, the tall one". He's also handsome, he's got that sort of dark and brooding quality to him, with his dark, kinda shaggy, spruce coloured hair and piercing brown eyes and, but he's not really the brooding type, so girls all over fell for him even more with his perfect smile and sunshine disposition and charisma. He's also really dang muscular too, after being your typical dreamboat jock quarterback, and even though he got into college on a football scholarship, he certainly didn't need it as he always got some of the best grades in his class. Everyone loves him, and how could you not, he's quite literally Mr Perfect! But if I'm being honest though, I only very recently saw what all the big fuss was about; I kind of hated him growing up.

Why? It's not really hard to explain, I'm barely anything like him. I'm strictly in the below average height range (I'm still shorter than my mom at 18), average looks range and not at all popular nor sporty. The only redeeming quality about me is my smarts I guess. Said smarts were my only line of defence against all the "you're nothing like your brother"s of my family, school faculty and nosy middle-aged ladies in our neighbourhood. My brains got me the "you're a little bit like your brother"s, and also a scholarship at a decent college. So yeah it really sucked being compared to him a lot growing up, and no matter how outwardly proud I was of my brother for all his achievements, I couldn't help but resent him for placing a second-hand spotlight on me as his little sister.

Martin graduated summa cum laude, and landed a job straight after graduating. The oohs and ahs about him quieted down a little now that he was becoming like everyone else around him (think cogs and machines). That made it so that I'm now free to enjoy my college life way far from our hometown and away from all that pressure! One problem though- I ended up living with him.

What I failed to mention previously was that my brother's cushy new job made him relocate to the city my college was in, in a really fucking convenient location, literally minutes walk of my campus, way closer than any of the dorms. And so our parents, glee with the realisation of not having to pay nearly as much as they thought my college accommodation, told both of us to suck it up, despite both of our protests. Our parents dismissed my case by talking about the short walking distance as well as talks of a higher allowance from the money that was supposed to go to the dorms, and then they shut Martin up by saying they'd send him money for my share of the utilities and groceries, and reminded him about how his cushy new salary provided more than enough funds for just him.

So here I am, starting college whilst living with my older brother. I can barely have any friends over lest I want to have the risk of them fawning and stumbling all over him like they did all throughout school. I also can't have any guys around either because who would want to try and get some when her brother is in the next room. My brother is in a similar case in terms of 'lady friends' too, I can tell. We were in silent agreement that we're gonna have to strap in for a long dry spell.

That leads me onto why, against all morality and reason, I've been finding my older brother Martin, confusingly attractive, like- ugh I can't believe I'm saying this but...sexually. It doesn't help that he's a gym rat because number one, he comes home with that glistening sweaty look and steaming with musky pheromones; number two, he then showers and walks through the apartment with a just a towel around his junk, full upper body on display. To make it even worse, the walls of this apartment are thin as paper, so when he jerks off to porn even with headphones on I can hear him moaning and groaning on the other side of wall. Fuck. Why does he have to get off so loudly and hotly fuck. I know I know it's gross but what do you want from me, I'm so horny and my brother is really hot? You know what, sure, whatever I admit it, I am probably going to hell, I'm a freak of a woman, my family and ancestors should condemn me to high heaven (or hell in this case) but I'm sorry I really can't help it!

"Urghh... fuck..." hearing this along with a sticky slapping noise snaps me out of my inner monologue. He's doing it right now. As if I wasn't already hot and bothered by just thinking about him masturbating, I can now feel my clit pulsing, getting harder. Thinking of him getting hard too makes me stifle a smile, all the while my entrance was becoming like a hot spring. I rush to ease the burning lust in my crotch, inserting the tip of two fingers inside me, thoroughly lubing up with my juices.

"Oh fuck... oh god... uhhh..." Martin moans and I hear the slaps getting faster, I hurriedly circle my clit with my two fingers, bursting with pleasure as I try to match the speed of my motion with his jerking. My other hand places a tight grip on my mouth, which achieves two things: prevents me from making any pleasure noises that he might hear, as well as enhance my pleasure with a kinky edge. I'm imagining him entering me, pounding me with this speed, placing his hands on my mouth instead of mine.

I haven't seen Martin's penis before, but I can tell he has been blessed by something or other as it often leaves a noticeably large and long dent on his tighter bottom apparel. Sometimes he wears his tighter fitting gym pants and I stare at his crotch with his flaccid but thick cock tucked sideways and I find myself having more material to think about during times like these.

"Ohhh... god.. ohh..." I hear him. I'm circling my clit furiously now, the muscles on my hand tense and all 5 of my fingers have joined in on the action rubbing and pressing in fast circles. Each time I do so I can feel climax of my pleasure swelling stronger like ocean waves in the tropics. "Fuck... I'm so close... come on... Urghh..." Martin seems to be getting more frustrated too, as he senses his orgasm coming, his slapping noises have all but blurred into one frequency, and I'm imagining him jerking his dick furiously in front of my face, with my mouth wide open to welcome his hot semen. I bite into my palm as my other hand brings me closer and closer...

Martin groans, "Oh... fuck... oh Teddy..."

My tightly closed eyes flick open light a light switch, and before I can process it, my masturbation coupled with the mere mention of my name, bursts the dam! My hands slip from my mouth...

"Ohh.. Marty! Marty fuuuh-ck!

I orgasm, I cum and I cum and I orgasm harder than I ever have before in these sessions. My lower hand is awash with heat and a new surge of wetness and my breathing becomes haggard as pulses of electricity shoot out from my clit and into my body.

A few minutes go by as I lay in my own afterglow, letting my breathing and sensitivity ease. It's only then that I notice: complete silence. How can that be? I'm sure I never heard him finish? Wait- shit.

I clasp my mouth in realisation, letting out the audible slap of the impact.

Fuck.

No. No no no no no no.

He didn't..? Did he..?

Fuck.

I tighten my grip on my mouth and scrunch my face and my body in shame and despair.

He heard me.

I came practically screaming his name and he heard me and he stopped.

Wait. Hang on a minute.

Before I came I heard him. I heard him say it- no I heard him moan it. As he was jerking off. Teddy.

My mind races and my vision gets blurry as all the realisations put me into confusing panic. On the one hand, he moaned my name, meaning he must have been thinking about me while he was masturbating, that makes me kind of happy doesn't it? Wait no surely it can't be me? Surely he's got to have had some other Teddy on his mind why would he be jerking off to his sister? But with that logic why would he have the hots for someone with the same name as me that would also be really fucking weird? Also fuck me he heard me yell his name as I came, oh my god oh my god I was so loud as well. What do I do now he's gonna be so fucking grossed out by me or worse oh fuck.

While all this was going on in my mind, and I had my face buried tightly into my hands, I missed the turning of a door handle, the quiet creak of an opening door and the low thud of footsteps getting closer.

"Fuckin' hell Ted."

I snapped out of it. Only then did I notice that Martin had slipped undetected into my room and was now standing halfway between my open door and my bed, topless, in his boxers- boxers which had a very noticeable, long and thick mass perfectly horizontal, and perfectly pointed at me, and really putting the term "pitching a tent" on the nose. It was also then that I'd noticed the state that I was in, nipples and under-boob poking out of my crop top, panties scrunched up on one of my ankles, duvet and pillows askew, sheets with a noticeable damp patch in the centre. I also noticed that the position I was lying in, a sort of diagonal foetal position, exposed my ample buttocks to Martin, and enabled him to see my sopping vulva peek through in the space between my bum and the back of my thighs.

I see his furrowed dark eyes fixated on the sight of my exposed pussy, and I notice a spot of darkness spreading from the top of his boxers' tent. I watch him slowly gulp with his mouth ajar, his chest begins to rise noticeably up and down, and his fingers twitch by his side. "Fuck." He says.

I'm breathing heavily by now too, and his intense, hot gaze melts my pussy, I can feel myself getting wetter, wetter than before even. My juices trickle down from my vulva onto my thighs and in makes another spreading dark patch of my own on the bed. Speaking of which, he was gulping heavily now, and I swear I could see the slightest drop of saliva making its way down the corner of its open mouth, and downstairs on his body the dark patch was spreading further and further, encompassing almost a quarter of his protrusion.

Then- Martin leaps forth, and in a flash he's on my bed, pries my legs apart, and places himself and his thick cock, still poking at attention in his boxers, in a prime position to penetrate me. His cock rests on my vulva, which along with my eyes and my breasts, are the 3 things his eyes slowly switch to and from. Faced with the reality of his cock, the heat of his cock on my pussy, the pussy which orgasmed from just the thought of his cock, I can't help but lose all reason and start tilting my pelvis to dig my mound into him. Our eyes meet, and our eyes also look towards our privates, then back into each other's eyes again. I feel so vulnerable and wet as I feel his hands press open my legs with such force and strength, but also gentleness and sensuality. I also glance at his hot sweaty upper body, sweaty, but not with the same heat as when he comes from the gym, but a heavier, stickier sweat which mingles with mine in the air. I look back into his eyes and, at the same time as him, back down at his cock.

"Marty..."

"Ted.."

We're breathing in unison, our crotches painfully grinding against one another now.

"Teddy... Teddy I can't hold myself back... I want to fuck you so fucking bad right now and I can't hold myself back..."

My pussy gushes.

"Marty..."

Keeping my eyes on his eyes, my hands reach down and free his cock from the trappings of his underwear. I savour the hot sticky feeling of it on my hands for a short while, rubbing it slowly and feeling Martin buckle and tremble under my touch.

"Ohhh... oh fuck... Teddy..."

My pussy pulsates and gushes again, his moaning is so fucking hot and loud up close.

"Teddy please... I really can't hold myself back... I can't stop myself from fucking my sister... fuck please..."

His face looks so cute, Mr Perfect looking so cute and desperate as he pleads to me, or maybe actually to himself to not succumb to his lust.

My fingers guide the tip of his cock to my entrance and I whisper:

"Then don't."

He fucks me. He plunges his hot thick precumming long cock inside of his sister. He fucks me and I nearly came from him just entering me. My brother pushed his thick heavy cock inside me and it feels so good. He's big, bigger than I've had before and longer too, I haven't had anything bigger than my finger since my ex's inside my pussy for so long so it should hurt given his size but it doesn't at all. Maybe it's the heat from both of our parts, maybe because my lust for Martin had me sufficiently lubed, or maybe he's just that good at making a woman feel pleasure with his size, or perhaps a combination of all three, but god having him inside me just feels so so good.

He keeps it there for a bit, then moves ever so slowly pulling back his tip to just inside the entrance and very slowly inches it forward back to the same position, from my viewpoint his dick is only halfway in but he repeats his movements, a little faster each time but always coming back in with half his dick inside me. He's closing his eyes too, and he continues his loud, tingling, low groans and moans. As if he's savouring every feeling of my pussy. On my end I'm pretty sure each small thrust he does my pussy is automatically sucking and clenching on his dick, like it just knows what to do to give this man and his cock the best pleasure.

"Teddy... you feel so good. Fuck.."

My own heavy breathing has turned to moaning at this point, each subsequent thrust he makes elicits my own low and breathy moans. He's thrusting faster now but still refusing to go deeper in, as if each time he inches further, he falls deeper into a pit of immorality, and he's still trying to stop himself from doing so.

"Marty... you can go deeper and harder. I want you deep inside me... please..."

I look at him with pleading eyes as he thrusts harder but not deeper, and he meets mine with his own pleading, desperate eyes.

"I'm not wearing a condom, and you're my sister. I'm fucking my sister."

He thrusts a little deeper.

"Fuck shit!" He corrects himself.

"It's okay Marty, I'm on birth control. And I want you to fuck me. I wanted you to fuck me since I started living here." I held my fingertips out to his beautiful, sweaty desperate face for reassurance.

Marty places a little kiss on my fingers, the sight of which makes my heart twinge- a new sensation- and my breathing gets heavier. His hot cock thrusting inside me in this moment feels so amazing. "I've wanted to fuck you so fucking bad Teddy... since... since before you moved in with me..."

"What? You did?" My face lights up in surprise, he pulls his cock out and hangs his head so I can't see his face.

"Yeah. I'm so sorry, it's disgusting I know. I've been lusting over my little sister for so long it's fucking disgusting and shit." There's a whimpering in his voice.

"How long?"

"Since a week after your 18th, you were out at a party while mom and dad were out for the weekend, you were drunk, and I just got back into town that night, but you needed someone to pick you up,"

I listened to him intently, he laid on my chest and I was sat up holding him.

"I took you back home in my car and you took a nap on my shoulder, mumbling about how you loved me so much and... I felt something, feelings you should never have about your sister, your sister who was only a cute kid before but in the moonlight, napping so peacefully, looked more beautiful than any girl I've ever seen."

There it is again, that heart twinge feeling. I stroke the side of his arm softly as I continue to listen.

"We got home, I took you upstairs, and I helped you get changed and dressed for bed. Y'know it's funny, there was a point you didn't want anyone to see you changing, I always thought it was funny because you're my sister why would I care about you naked, but also I wanted to respect you and not make you uncomfortable. But for the first time in my life, that night, I didn't look at you while I was helping you with your clothes, not because I didn't want to make you uncomfortable- of course I'd never want to do that, but also because I knew something had changed and I didn't want to come face to face with that. And so you went to sleep, looking like an angel, a shit-faced angel but an angel nonetheless."

I chuckle, I was now stroking his hair, feeling his head on my heart, which was now beating faster in a different way than before.

"Then I knew for sure something had changed after that. I thought it was awful and disgusting as hell, but at home, whenever I'd see you, I felt weird in my chest, I couldn't breathe around you and I could feel myself getting a hard-on as well, I guess I must've started seeing you more as a woman than my sister. It was fucking shitty and bad and confusing, and I wanted to be far away from you. But I also wanted to be close to you. But I knew it wasn't good for me to be like this and to be around you, so I took a job that got me basically as far away as possible."

"...And then you found I'd be going to college here?"

"Yeah. And to make matters worse, mom and dad made you come live with me. So I tried to get them to change their minds but nope. And then fuck, having to live with you... it took me all my willpower to not have a hard-on in front of you, honestly going to the gym a lot helped with that."

"Oh so that's why you were always out at the gym?"

"Yeah... pretty much. But when I got back it was kinda straight back to it, so I'd try to take a cold shower as quickly as possible, that worked at first but overtime didn't. It also didn't help that the showers all the way on the other side of my room and you liked to hang out in the living room, so you'd look at me and I'd just see you and feel another one coming up. I also did my best to take care of it in my room, I tried watching porn and everything, but the only thing that would help me get there was thinking about you. I know I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd be able to hear me through the walls, it never seemed like you heard so just once today I thought I'd call your name and... oh god oh fuck what have I done..."

His breathing was heavy and I could tell tears were welling up inside. My heart aches and it ached while he was telling his side of the story. I think I'm I've caught feelings. I have feelings for my brother. All I want to do is whisk him into my arms and kiss him and tell him it's ok. Wait, I can do that right? I think we're both on the same boat now, I might have gotten on it a little later but we both now have feelings, romantic and sexual for our sibling. And I just don't care if it's right or wrong anymore.

"Marty," I whisper gently as my hands find a way to hold his face.

"Ted..?" He looks at me finally for the first time since he resigned himself. His beautiful face, scared and nervous and guilty as anything, I hold his face gently and kiss him. He stiffens at first, and then he falls into it as well. I kiss him more, I kiss him more and more and more and I let our mouths melt into each other, I also manage to swap our positions, and now I was straddling his lap, my vulva pressed up against his shaft, which was getting harder from the semi soft stage it had gone down to while he poured his heart out to me. He kisses me back with vigor now too, he holds one around my back and leans into me, his other hand wrapping around the back of my head and neck. I hold my arms around his neck as I open my mouth and brush my tongue on his slightly open mouth. My heart and pussy both pulsating and thundering. Our tongues meet each other and intertwine and he holds me tighter to brace us for deeper, more hungry kisses. At some point he plunges his tongue into my mouth, mingling with my tongue and exploring the entrance of my throat, an act which caused a strong wave of pleasure juices to pour out from my already trickling pussy. Then I remembered the feeling directly in front of my vulva, his cock, and so I thrusted and slid wet pussy up and down the base of his shaft. Martin lets out a deep moan, then uses this release of our lips to kiss me on the neck, lick me on the neck and bite me on the neck. Wave after wave of pleasure emanating from my neck all the way to my lower regions. I moan and gasp heavily and loudly, unable to control the volume. He holds both of his arms around my back as he continues to kiss further and further down until he places many hurried and soft kisses onto my bosom. I tap to catch his attention for a second.