Greetings Friends!
This is my first story, and I am very excited to hear what people will think. I have always had erotic fantasies but never once thought to write them down, until now. This story is based on a fantasy involving my younger brother (which he doesn't know about, and never will!). Keep in mind the names are altered, but I did my best to portray the characters accurately according to the fantasy. And as an added challenge, I thought it would be fun to write from the point of view of the brother rather than the sister.
The title was intended to be 'Brother and Sister: A Love Story,' but that was way too generic. Then in a flash of inspiration, 'I Love When You Call Me Big Brother' hit me like a strike of lightening. I fell in love with it right away. The brother is younger and he's never called 'Big.' But it's a fun play-on-words and hopefully there are enough Biggie Smalls fans out there to appreciate the reference.
I would also like to warmly thank YoruKitty for taking to the time to edit my story (much love).
I hope you all enjoy reading my story, as much as I have enjoyed writing it.
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"Hey, I'm back!" I yelled. I had just returned home after a typical day in the life of an 18 year old high school senior. School, football practice, hanging out with the guys, and an epic blow job from my hot-ass girlfriend Alana had left me totally drained. As usual, my parents were out working late: Dad was a CEO, and mom a lawyer.
Ever since my older sister Michelle left for college around my sophomore year; I would always come home to an empty house. It was utterly depressing. So when Michelle said she would be moving back in this semester to intern for the LA Times, I was really excited. Even though she wasn't the most thrilling person to be around, it was still better than nothing. Growing up, we were inseparable despite the three year age gap. We drifted apart as the years wore on, but we still got along okay.
I expected to see Michelle lying on the couch watching some cheesy Chinese drama and sipping on one of those disgusting milk tea drinks from Quickly's. But tonight, the living room was covered in darkness. She had to be home though because I saw her car out in the driveway.
"Michelle!" I called out. "I swung by In-N-Out on my way home and snagged you a Double-Double with cheese and onions."
No answer. I shrugged, assuming she already hit the sack. I put the food in the fridge and scaled the stairs to my room, about to do the same. Before I could flop on my bed, I heard the faint sound of crying. It was Michelle. I walked over to her room, which was directly across from mine, and knocked on the door.
"Come in," she sobbed in a low raspy voice.
"What's the matter?" I asked. My sister had never been much of a cry-baby. It had to be something really bad to make her cry like this.
"It's nothing, Bryan," she replied as she wiped her tears.
"It doesn't look like nothing. Even then, it's not cool for the big sister to cry in front of her bratty little brother." I formed one of my patented silly faces hoping to make her laugh. She smiled slightly.
"Come on. Now tell me what happened."
"All right," she let out a big deep breathe and began her story. "Steve broke up with me . . ."
"I'm sorry to hear that."
"He randomly calls me in the middle of work and tells me we're through. I asked him why and he just said, 'I don't love you anymore, and it wouldn't be fair to either of us if we continued seeing each other.' Before I could say anything, he hung up."
"Wow, that's harsh," I draped my arm around her shoulder as her head fell on my chest. Her tears completely drenched my new Manchester City jersey, but I didn't care. The only thing important to me now was being there to support my sister in her time of need.
"That fuck-head isn't worth it," I assured her, trying to cheer her up best I could. "Listen to me, Michelle. You are the kindest, smartest, and most selfless person I know. And any man who can't see that doesn't deserve a woman as beautiful and as loving as you."
She lifted her head from my chest and looked up at me in a way she never had before, like she was my girlfriend or something. It freaked me out. She then caressed my cheek and slowly leaned in to kiss me.
"Whoa! What the fuck!" I pushed her aside, both confused and shocked. She immediately spun away in embarrassment. "What the hell is the matter with you?!"
"I'm sorry, Bryan . . ."
There was a long awkward silence. We both sat on her bed, backs to one another. I went over to console her again; but she buried her face in the pillow as her weeping grew incessantly louder.
"Don't cry, Michelle," I pleaded. "I'm sorry for flipping out on you. I know people do crazy shit when they're depressed. I'm not mad. Just stunned, that's all. Please talk to me."
"Okay," she turned back to me, still sad and ashamed.
"Don't worry, things will be . . ."
I suddenly froze. I unwittingly found myself lost in Michelle's face. I had no idea what it was but she seemed different now, especially her eyes. I used to call her "Buggy" when we were kids because she had unusually large eyes for an Asian. But on this night they glistened like amber diamonds. Her long black hair flowed down her shoulders like shiny twin water falls, complementing the tears that glided down her white porcelain skin. In her helplessness, I discovered beauty and innocence.
"Is everything all right?"
I didn't answer. I just stroked her hair. It was like silk between my fingers. I closed my eyes and advanced my lips towards hers. She closed her eyes as well and willingly offered her mouth. Within moments, our lips were locked in a very passionate kiss. She enfolded her arms around my neck as I simultaneously clasped her waist. I could feel her tongue grinding against mine; and before I knew it, she was sucking it off. The sound of Michelle slurping my spit was music to my ears.
"Bryan," she abruptly gasped as she yanked herself from me. "This is wrong."
"I know," I admitted, realizing what I had just done. Thinking Michelle was repulsed by me; I got up from the bed and was about to bolt. To my disbelief however, she grabbed my hand with a lonely look in her eyes.
"Don't leave," she begged me desperately.
"What about mom and dad?"
"I forgot to tell you. Dad surprised mom with a vacation to Palm Springs. They left this afternoon and won't be back 'til Tuesday."
"Uhmmm, I still don't know about this," I said, confused with the whole situation.
"Please, Bryan. I don't want to be alone tonight . . ."
Michelle's timidity melted into lust. She rose to her feet and slowly undressed before my eyes: discarding her Stanford t-shirt, Stanford sweats, and panties to the floor. She stood in front of me completely naked. I was enchanted by her rack, which was surprisingly decent for an Asian girl (looked like B's). It seemed out of place on her slim petite 5'4''frame, but she was still damn sexy.
"Don't be afraid," she sensually laughed, noticing where my eyes were gazing. "Touch me, brother." For some sick twisted reason, her calling me "brother" was a major turn on. She sensed it instantly from the way my eyebrows jumped. Fuck it, I thought. I've never turned down a tasty set of tits, and I was not going to start tonight.
"Oh, Bryan," she moaned softly when I fondled her breast. The moaning only grew louder when I lightly twisted her nipple and licked it with the tip of my tongue. I felt her nipple harden in my mouth as my lips lathered it with saliva and suckled the smooth flesh around it.
"Hey, the left one is getting jealous," she giggled.
I obeyed my sister and gave the other breast the same affection I showed the other. While going to work on the second, she reached into my pants and grabbed my crotch causing me to let out a quick grunt.
"Mmmmm. You like that, don't you?" Michelle teased. She unzipped my pants and pushed her hand through my fly. Her delicate fingers enclosed around my cock and tenderly massaged the length of the shaft. She could feel my growing cock bulge out of her hand.
"I thought Asians were supposed to be tiny," she playfully joked. I relieved myself from her tits and hastily undressed.
And there we were, brother and sister: naked and aroused.
Unable to control myself, I threw my horny sister on the bed and mounted her like a wild animal.
"Oh my!" Michelle said in a sultry voice, loving the aggressive behavior.
I gazed at her, breathing heavily. I had the look of a crack addict about to snort a long line of coke. Michelle simply replied with a gentle smile and a loving sparkle in her eyes.
I knelt at her feet and spread her legs wide open. There was a thick bush of untrimmed curly black hair that shielded the tight little snatch between her thighs. Seeing that hairy bush made me feel like I was in a Japanese porno, minus the 20 other dudes, electrodes, squid tentacles, and all that other weird shit. I was licking my lips, ready to feast on a nice juicy fur-burger.
"What are you waiting for, brother? Eat me!" she demanded.
My morals and reason abandoned me. My carnal desires had finally taken over. I plunged head first into my sister's vagina. I had never gone down on a chick before. I had no clue what to do so I just let my instincts take over. I navigated through the jungle of hair and French-kissed her cunt lips. I wildly twirled my tongue around in random directions, painting her pussy with my saliva.
"Holy fuck!" Michelle ecstatically screamed. Her body convulsed in a sudden rush of pleasure as she began to hyperventilate. With astonishing force, she seized the back of my head and shoved my face deeper into her cunt.
Her labia started to open. Like a dog, I vigorously lapped up the juice that was emerging. As it opened wider I drove my tongue deeper into her slit, thirsty for more of her precious nectar. I was rewarded with a sweet burst of juice that glazed my tongue. That was the first time I had ever tasted a pussy and I must say: it was fucking delicious.
I lifted my head to catch some air. I was intoxicated by the steam emanating from my sister's moist beaver. It made me feel a bit light-headed.
"Hello there," she greeted with a warm smile, still grasping my hair. "Are you still hungry?"
"Yes ma'am."
"Good."
She pressed my head back into her sweet kitty and I resumed my adventure. By now her labia was fully opened and I continued to explore; licking off any drips of juice I could find. The sounds of my slurps and her screams filled the bedroom. I ventured aimlessly north until I found her clit.
"Shit! Oh, my God! Oh, my God!" she yelled again, much louder than before. Michelle's body buckled and her grip tightened. Her nails dug into my scalp while her thighs clenched my head violently, giving me no hope for escape (not that I wanted to anyway). I sucked her clit relentlessly, refusing to stop until my hunger was satiated.
"Fuck, I'm coming! Uggghhh! Don't stop! Fuck!" Her hands still firmly gripped my skull as she let out a series of blood-curdling shrieks. She got wetter and wetter the faster I licked. She was soon gushing fluid. A blast of cum poured into my mouth satisfying my appetite; and then some. As soon as every last drop was exhausted, she released me from her clutch and collapsed on the bed.
