Heavy Metal Siblings

This is the family from the lawn mowing story. Quite a bit longer and more fleshed out, similar to my regular stuff I think. This is the first part of what I hope will just be a two part sequel. I love feedback, constuctive criticism and I adore comments so please feel free to interact. I really tried hard to proof read so I hope there are no glaring errors to distract. Enjoy!

Chapter One.

I was home from college for the summer, sitting in my room playing on my phone when I first began to notice the rock chords that had been drifting in. It had been playing for a while. It just took some time for it to seep into my conscious thoughts. Cocking my head, I listened to the music and although it was familiar, I couldn't immediately identify what it was or from where it was originating.

With my ear still poised to listen, I began moving about the house. I was only wearing bikini bottoms and a thin tank top as I was trying to trace down the sound. I ended up peeking into the living room, where Mom was lounged on the couch watching something on TV.

"Mom, do you hear that music?" I asked her.

Mom paused her show and listened for a second and said, "Yeah. I think it's coming from outside somewhere."

Gayle, my mom, looked beautiful. She is 47 and at the moment, she was comfortably reclined on the couch in a red wife beater tank top, bare feet, still a little dirty from being outside earlier and a pair of tight denim over-all shorts. I'm pretty sure the over-alls were mine too. We had gone out earlier and weeded the flower bed, so we both had a bit of sun. She sports a healthy Mid-Western tan most of the time, but her nose had a faint pinkness to it. Her almost blonde hair was up in a messy bun, keeping it off her neck. A few more early mornings and the sun would boost Mom's tan and lighten her hair up to its summer shade. A glass of Diet Coke was in a perspiring glass on the wooden coaster in front of her.

She listened to the rock music and tapped her painted toes before unpausing the show and getting back into that.

I turned and moved to the back door and as I opened the door, the music did get a little bit louder. Obviously, I was closing in on the source. Although I was only wearing this the scanty tank top and the bikini bottoms, I ventured outside into the backyard continuing to follow the music.

I knew no one could see me. It's why Mom and I usually do our tanning back here; so we aren't spotted by neighbors. The railroad track is straight off the back of the house and blocks any view from that side (except from passing trains now and then I suppose) and mom's beloved lilac bushes block the road on right side of the house. Dad's old workshop is to the left side of the house and blocks any view of our back yard from that side. It now Nick's "man-cave". Nick took it over after Dad passed.

Nick's man-cave was from where I could hear the heavy metal music emanating. Someone was in there. I quickly dashed off the porch and across our small backyard to peek in the window.

It was Nick.

I wasn't even aware that he had come over. Mom probably hadn't known either or she would have mentioned the music could be him. Nick had his own place across town now, but still came over to help mom with chores and of course, to "spend time" with me whenever I'm home. Plus, he sometimes just enjoyed hanging out in his man cave as well.

Peeking in the window, I could see him on his weight bench, lifting, and there was a multi-disc player on the former work bench. There was a small stack of CDs next to it. He was obviously playing some of those. I now realized it was Def Leppard playing on the CD player.

Nick looked so good in his athletic shorts, with his shirt off, his ankle socks and beat up sneakers. He was 25 now and his chest and arms looked more developed than ever. They were glistening with a sheen of sweat. His short hair appeared damp with it as well. God, he looked delicious and I wanted some.

I felt like it was meant to be. After working in the garden, I'd showered and had given myself a touch up with my razor. Normally, I keep myself waxed bare, but it had been a while, so I was liberal with the blade. My body was smooth as could be and ready for some male attention. I looked around quickly, ensuring that no one could see me and slid my bottoms down my long smooth legs and stepped out of them. I whipped the tank top over my head, releasing my big boobs to the air, causing my nipples to pucker immediately. Picking up the brief garments, I joined Nick inside.

The bench was set perpendicular to the door, so Nick saw me as soon as I stepped in nude and aroused. My nipples were diamond hard and my cunt lips were dewy in anticipation.

"Jesus Christ," Nick jolted when he saw me. "What the Hell?"

He set the weights in the stand as I quickly crossed to him.

"Mom is in the house," I told him, "She doesn't know you are here yet either. I heard the music and came out to investigate. Fancy seeing my half naked brother, all sweaty and sexy."

"In the house, huh? Well then, we'll have to be quick, won't we? We don't want mom interrupting us after so long a break," Nick said.

I could see Nick's sizable bulge already rising to the occasion. He grinned lasciviously at me, and quickly shucked his athletic shorts. Beckoning me closer, I bent down to lock my lips with his.

I was so aroused standing before my brother naked. My nectar was lubricating me and I could feel small traces going down my thighs. Already, My scent was in the air. As our lips tasted each other and our tongues dueled, Nick reached down and began caressing my wide white ass.

Lest you have forgotten, I am 5'5" and a bit bosomy me for my height. Large perky breast with honey colored nipples up top, accentuated by a slim waist, fluffy tummy but a firm round booty. My long hair is a sandy blonde with natrual caramel colored highlights and reaches about the middle of my back. I have been told that my almond brown eyes have a penetrating quality about them. I was 18 when Nick and I had our first tryst three years ago, making me 21 now.

The man attached to my lips was a gorgeous specimen as well. The weight bench in his man cave has kept him hard and brawny without being muscle-bound. He's 6'1" and a tight 205 pounds. He has the same almond brown eyes as I do, but his hair is the lightest brown possible with golden hues that become pretty much blond in the summer sun, very much like mom's. He keeps his hair closely cropped, but he has a goatee and mustache that were currently tickling my face as our lips battled. His tanned manly form is heavily inked whereas I have no tats. Beyond having my ears and belly button pierced, I have no other body modifications.

It had been a month since our last mutual visit to the house, right before knuckling down for finals. Mom had been around the whole time of course, to visit, and we never had a spare minute to slip away. The last time we hooked up was three weeks before that. That had been at his little apartment. My big brother fucked me hard and rough. He had draped my long legs over his shoulders and I felt like he was trying to pound me through the bed into the downstairs apartment. I loved it. I was a sweaty smiling mess, screaming his name over and over as he took me to delirious heights of ecstasy all weekend.

We didn't have time for that today.

I brought my hands up to his face. I know it was bad, but his big brown eyes and beautiful body so close to mine had me tingling and wet. My own brother has always been a turn on to me. I felt the color rise to my face. What would mom say? What would she say if she knew that I always want to fuck my own brother so badly?

Holding my hands on either side of his face, I purred, "You will be a good big brother won't you? Are you going to give me what I need?"

I pulled his head into my soft boobs until I could feel them both sides of his face.

"April, I want to fuck you again so bad! Please, let me fuck you. I really need to fuck you. Oh God," Nick blurted as he licked and sucked at my large tits.

I licked my lips and smiled down at him, "Nick, you are so sexy. Stay down right there."

The disc changed to something heavier and the singer had a rougher voice. It had to be Mötley Crüe. I was surprised I knew that one too.

I wanted all of Nick by that time. This was going to just be a hot incestuous quickie. I wanted his big rigid dick in my wet cunt. I mounted him. Once I was straddling his body, with his significant dick rubbing so close to my moistening quim, I caressed my own hefty globes just above his feasting eyes. I pulled one of my big melons up and licked and nibbled the nipple, while looking right at Nick.

"Bite them hard, Nick," I told him, "You already know how I like it!"

As Wild Side played from CD player, I crawled up his body until his hefty cock was nudging the soft skin of my moist folds. He rose up placing himself more squarely beneath me, and reached down to direct the plum shape tip of his prick. It penetrated the tight slit formed by the soft flesh of my swollen pussy lips. I could feel how wet as I was as my own juices trickled down my thighs.

When I impaled myself on him, a hiss of pure erotic pleasure escaped from between my clenched white teeth and I lowered myself to the base of his thick manhood. His cock was then nudged up into my deepest caverns.

"0ooooohh God, Nick! You feel soooo gooood inside me," I moaned, as all my air was pushed from me.

Nick gripped my hips and pushed me upward. Flexing and unflexing his ass, and helping me bob up and down on his glorious rod, Nick brought up my first small orgasm so quickly. I held him as I shuddered. I sat up, looking down at him triumphantly.

"Mmm," I whimpered, and as I resumed slowly bouncing up and down on him, you could hear the wet squelching sounds of my cunt. "You liked that too, didn't you? You like being fucked like this? You like fucking your little sister. You're such a naughty big brother."

"Do you want me to stop?" Nick murmured against my lips, with his hard cock nestled deep inside my pussy.

"Oh god, no! No," I implored. "Fuck no, don't stop!"

I increased the tempo of my wild ride up and down on his turgid cock. I eased his impressive dick out some, then dropped back down and let it sink into my deep channel and gave delighted gasps. "Girls Girls Girls" rocked along as I bounced again and again. Nick thrust his hips up from under me, grunting with joy.

"Yes yes," I cried. You're wonderful, Nick!"

My brother gripped me tightly began pounding up into me, and I responded by moving my hips in the rhythm to his upward thrust, and my legs allowed me to bounce up and down at a fever pitch. Nick met me stroke for stroke. My tight young pussy was like a vice around his shaft as I fucked him with my warm creamy sheath. That was driving him wild. He fucked me back frantically.

"Oh wow!" I panted.

Nick moaned, "God, You're amazing, April! I'm going crazy. Oh, it's fucking hot."

I felt Nick's large cock sliding ever deeper into me, and it was a perfect fit. He had me so full, but comfortably so. His upper thrusts would shove the entire length deep inside me as my cunt wrapped around his sizable manhood. I would squeeze as he thrust in and out of me repeatedly.

I looked down so I got to see his thick veiny cock going in and out of my frothy quim. It felt exhilarating to have my tight cunny and his powerful erection joined in such a tight fit, as if we were truly one. Every grip and squeeze of my pussy sent thrilling surges of ecstasy through my tingling senses.

Oh my God, Nick could fuck. He pumped his hips, hard and fast. He railed my hot tight pussy like a madman. I yelped in delight each time my soft ass would slap down on his thighs. I felt the spongey head of his prick bang hard against the back of my tunnel and I loved that! Moving my hips harder and faster, I savored the undulating waves of enjoyment.

He held the swells of my hips, helping me rise and fall, but as we became even more deeply involved in our own pleasure, I slid my hands up across his tight belly and hardened pecs. His hands began touring my body as well, to the golden tanned mounds and my stiffened nipples. He squeezed my orbs while pinching my nipples. I really went off.

"Oh yes, yes Nick play with my tits! Play with my titties, Nick. Oh! Fuck me!!" I squealed.

All of a sudden, I gave a deep moan and I felt my insides clutch tight around him.

Bouncing furiously, I wailed, "I'm coming. Oh fuck, yes! Fuck me, Nick, fuck me, fuck me!"

"Oh shit, April," Nick groaned, clutching the bouncing cheeks of my sweat covered ass in his hands. There was no chance I could escape his grasp. He rammed his substantial cock all the way back into my hot squishy pussy and held it there as we reached orgasms that shot through us like a lightning bolts.

Nick's luscious cock induced one mini orgasm after another on top of the molten explosion I just had and his manfood slowly pumped my pussy while our mouths savored the other, and his hands skillfully caressed my big sweaty tits.

Painting, dazed, I lay across Nick's big body, listening to his thundering heartbeat finally begin to slow. He arched his back, withdrawing his softening cock with a groan. I echoed it and clung to him.

"That. Was. Wonderful," Nick whispered blissfully, obviously pleased by my dreamy look of agreement.

"Wow. That was some session," I said smiling down at him, "I don't think we've ever had so much fun with a quickie."

He agreed, "Thank god Mom didn't know I was here. I can't imagine if she caught us."

We both looked at the door of the shed at the same time laughing. With a soft moan, I finally stood and settled back onto the bench and enjoy the sheer central pleasure of watching him, drag his shorts back on to his hard body.

"You better throw something on, you shameless hussy," he laughed.

Giggling, I put on a little bit of show for him, sliding my bikini bottoms back into place before slipping back into the tank top, dressing completely.

"Is Mom going to freak when she sees you in that?" he asked, settling back onto the bench.

I watched as his arms and chest flex as he began lifting the weights again. I was surprised he had any more in him, but I had interrupted a rep and he was determined to finish. His hard muscled form still had me purring in approval.

"No," I informed him with a fair amount of certainty. "I think bikini bottoms and a tank top are fine for around the house. This is kind of stuff Mom and I usually wear when its just the two of us home or when we are tanning back here. Sometimes, even when we weed the gardens. We like to get as much sun as we can."

He hmphed absently, then appreciatively as he gazed at my butt when I turned to face the bench and began looking through the CDs he'd stacked up next to the player. Most of these were old, heavy metal bands that I knew Mom and Dad had enjoyed when they were around my age.

I know that Nick enjoys a lot of the bands classified as nu-metal like Korn, Slipknot and Disturbed, but my taste ran more towards pop music. I recognized most of these of course, but they just weren't what I was playing.

I grew up listening to Mom and Dad playing these in the car and Mom still got pumped energetically when one of them came on the radio, so I know the music, even if I'm not actively seeking it out.

I asked "Where did you find all of this?"

Nick sat sideways on the bench to begin doing some curls.

"In an old foot locker of Dad's," he said, pointing to the corner, where there was an empty shelf and an open foot locker in front of it.

With his hands he indicated the chest and said, "Dad had the player in there, some CDs, a couple of photo albums,some old nudie mags, comic books, old toys... Just a lot of old stuff he held onto. I guess."

I peeked in the box and it was a random assortment of old memorabilia that Dad had kept around. I pulled out the photo albums. They had pictures of Nick and I as kids, Mom and Dad as young adults and even farther back to Dad as a teenager with his family. The second album was much the same, but went farther back into Mom's life to her as a young kid.

I flipped back to the pictures of Mom and Dad as young adults.

I remarked to Nick showing him the picture, "They look like they were fun."

It was of of Mom and Dad dressed up for what I assume was a concert. Dad had on a tight pair of black ripped jeans, some black leather cowboy boots, a studded, black leather vest, and a sleeveless Poison t-shirt. He had on silver bracelets and even some make up. He was flashing the devil signs with his tongue out.

Mom's hair was unbelievably high and teased. She had on red high heels, black fishnet stockings under an eye boggling miniskirt of red leather. She had on a mesh shirt that was midriff bearing and showed off a red bustier underneath. She had on a black leather half-jacket and black lace gloves. I almost didn't recognize her posed there with her friends and it took me a second to pick out which one was her. Of course, her holding onto Dad's arm, her own arm raised and giving the woo signal should've been a giveaway.

"Did you look at these?" I asked Nick.

"I flipped through them a little bit," he told me.

"Did you see this one of Mom and Dad at the concert? That looks cool as hell," I pointed out, turning the photo album to face him, "Dad and Mom were fucking hot!"

Nick replied, "Maybe because what we've been into has opened my eyes to it, April. You and Mom ARE both hot."

He stopped working out and set down his weights. Nick stood and walked over to look at the photo album with me. His hand absently dropped down to caress my smooth ass in my bikini bottoms. It wasn't a thong, but there was till plenty of bare cheek for him to enjoy.

He and I were flipping through the pages laughing and getting misty eyed at the pictures of Mom and Dad, really missing Dad at that moment.

We heard the door opened and both half turned to see Mom coming in through the shed door. Nick's hand came off my ass as fast as if a viper had bitten him. Her eyes widened when she saw how we were dressed, which was hardly at all. She only smirked, shook her head and came into join us. I caught her eyes move down to take in the view of the bulge of Nick's half hard cock, rubbing my ass must have had some effect on him. Her eyes flicked up to mine and her cheeks reddened.

Busted.

She saw the photo album that we were flipping through and came up to beside Nick on his other side to peer through it as well.

She asked, "Oh wow, where did you find that?"

Nick pointed to the locker on the floor, "In there."

I pointed to the picture of Mom in the groupie outfit and laughingly said "I don't think you're allowed to comment on any of my outfits ever again."

She laughed as well, but only commented, "Well, times were a bit different back then."

The three of us had a nice talk about the CDs, the music, the concerts and the clothes and I could tell that Mom was a bit wistful about it. She obviously missed those good, happier times, who wouldn't? We all were a but teary eyed thinking about Dad. He had been Mom's first love, Nick's hero, and my symbol of all a man should be.

Shortly after flipping through the first book and most of the second, Mom invited Nick to stay for dinner and went back in the house to begin preparing for it

"We should take her to a concert of one of these bands," I stated.

He remarked," That could get expensive. Most of them aren't even together anymore."

"Then maybe a cover band or something," I said, "We can find something local or not too far away, get a cheap motel room, spend the night, and go to the show. It could be fun....for Mom."

Nick agreed, "That would be fun. We can maybe we even dress up for it too."