"So I know you're going to give me shit about this later," my boyfriend says to me last night, "but I would totally be down for some brother-sister role play sometime."
He's semi- comfortable admitting this secret taboo desire to me because just today he let me read a story he posted on Literotica about that very thing. To his credit, it wasn't until after reading his story and browsing other items in the online incest collection that I grasped the appeal of this whole idea. Reading about a brother and sister engaging in such a forbidden act was a surprisingly guilty pleasure. I wondered if he had seen me blushing earlier that day while I read his story on my laptop. It definitely made me feel a stronger stirring sensation down below than I was willing to admit out loud.
Having never done role play before myself, and wanting the fantasy to be exactly what would please him most, I was a little nervous but very intrigued. And I love his cock so much, I'll try anything he asks, and we both know it.
"I'd be down for that. Let's go," I now replied, meeting his challenge with a devious grin.
We put out our cigarettes and went inside, both a little stumbly, feeling very good- both of us drunk, me stoned as well. We undress, as we always do at bedtime, and we lay down in the cool darkness of his bedroom. The whirring ceiling fan is the only sound at this hour. We're both already turned on, and our mouths and hands find each other with automatic and natural ease.
"You really want to?" he asks, making sure I'm truly on board for this game, barely taking his mouth away from mine.
"Yes," I say, wondering how he will start the fantasy; the anticipation alone has me already turned on.
We kiss more, passionate open-mouth kissing, feeling each other's warm tongues probing at each other, and I feel myself really starting to get wet.
"If you really want to do it, we have to put our clothes back on," he whispers to me.
Knowing how into this fantasy he is is making me get even more turned on. The appeal of trying something so new and taboo is tantalizing. The fact that he is taking the lead, taking control so this fantasy goes exactly where he wants it to, is fucking hot.
So we both put our clothes back on. I walk back into the kitchen to get my glass of wine, not really sure how this will or should start. He meets me in the doorway, leans in, and whispers, "Do you want to lay down with me?"
And it's on.
He takes me back to the bed and we lay down, hands all over each other, mouths hungry but resisting the urge to kiss. "Do you want to sleep in the same bed tonight?" he asks me, whispering quietly like someone might hear us. "Yes," I answer. "But we have to keep our clothes on." He says ok.
I am amazed at how turned on this is making me. Our hips naturally start gently thrusting at each other, and both of us are breathing hard.
"I want to kiss you," he whispers. "Is that okay?"
I am so in the moment that I actually pause: I am imagining I am his sister, and I'm feeling so bad and so good about what we're doing right now. I know we shouldn't be kissing...but my desire overwhelms me. "Okay, we can kiss a little...but we can't do anything more than that. You know we can't."
"It's ok, Michelle. We won't go any further than that, I promise," he reassures me. His voice is controlled, calm...but the desire he is fighting back is undeniable, tangible. With his mouth less than an inch away from mine, he whispers, "I just have to know what it's like to kiss you. I have to know what it feels like to be in your mouth." And we kiss for the first time. It feels like our mouths are melting together, as if our lips and tongues already know each other.
He strokes my hair gently while we make out. A quiet moan escapes my lips. I am so wet now that I can barely stand it. Our legs are intertwined and we are humping at each other with a slow, animal hunger. I put a hand inside his shirt and feel his tight stomach, then my hand moves up and I gently touch his right nipple. He moans.
"Do you usually sleep with all your clothes on?" he asks me, and something about his voice right now—the way he is trying so hard to sound nonchalant and appropriate, while still somehow controlling the hunger and desperation in his voice—is a total aphrodisiac, as if I need one right now.
"No," I tell him, "I don't usually sleep in anything."
"Me too," he whispers back.
Our hands, mouths, and hips are going crazy now. We are both completely and utterly drunk with lust.
"Well we should sleep how we always do, shouldn't we?" he asks me, in that voice still that is the perfect amount of self-imposed restraint and seduction.
We both know where this is going, and we both want it, even though we know we shouldn't. "You want me to undress you?" he asks in his older brother voice. God dammit, yes, I think, and he hears my answer even though I say nothing. He starts slowly pulling down my pajama pants. I start working the button of his jeans, my hands shaking with desire. Fuuuuuck. As soon as my pants are off and the air hits me, I realize just how wet I am. There is moisture covering the entire insides of my upper thighs. I have never felt anything like it. My pussy is throbbing, literally weeping for him. I feel him gently press his warm, hard cock against my bellybutton. It's big. And very hard.
His hand starts to make its way toward my wet pussy, and I realize I'm embarrassed for my brother to know that I am this turned on by him. I also know that once he touches me here, there is no turning back. I close my legs, blocking his hand out.
"We can't," I whisper, shaking my head. But I am breathing so hard and even with my legs closed, I still feel my hips thrusting themselves against him. My body is taking over and my mind, my conscience, they are losing the race.
He says, "Its ok, I'm just going to touch you. Just feel you." We are both speaking in whispers, knowing that what we are saying and doing should not be heard.
"Don't," I tell him. I push his hand away again.
He uses his other hand to push my legs apart, slowly. He lets out a gasp when his hand touches my pussy. "Oh my God," he pants, "You are so wet," with genuine incredulity in his voice.
His hand feels like silk to my aching pussy. My clit is erect, engorged with blood, dying to be touched. He finds it, and starts caressing it gently. I softly touch the head of his hard cock and imagine feeling it push inside me. My heart is pumping so fast, and my hand starts pumping faster on his dick. I'm feeling high from what he is doing to my clit, feeling high knowing how much he fucking wants me right now, and how we know he can't have me.
It isn't long before he is ready to gently push me to the next step. He wants to rub his bare cock against my wet pussy. He promises me he won't actually put it in; he knows that would be crossing a line that shouldn't be crossed. He just wants us to feel each other, rub against each other, he says. "I just want to make you feel good," he whispers in my ear.
I can't say no. But I make him promise he won't put his cock inside me. "We can't," I tell him. "I know," he says, and tells me in that soothing voice not to worry. "I trust you," I whisper, and he gets on top of me. My hands run their way across his muscular, smooth ass, then up and down his back. His body is fucking perfect. I can't stop touching it.
He puts his right hand around the base of his cock and slowly guides it up and down, lightly rubbing my clit and pussy from top to bottom and back up again. It is hot and slick and feels so good I can barely stand it. My breathing becomes even harder and faster. I feel my pussy throbbing and aching for him to enter it, and I imagine him spreading my lips apart and slowly pushing himself in. I tell myself its okay to think about it as long as we don't actually do it.
"You like that?" he asks me in a gentle voice, working his cock slowly around the wet mess between my legs. "Yes," I say breathlessly.
