My Brother's Bratty Fiancee

[incest][non-linear][brat][spanking][ddlg][bisexual woman][blindfold][cum swapping]

The third day: late morning

1 minute ago (Before the now)

Derek's whole body arches off the bed. The room vibrates with a deep, throaty moan and my breath catches as I realise I'm actually watching him cum.

The negative 100th day: evening

3 months ago (Before Derek orgasms for her)

"Hayley. Sweetheart. Are you sitting down? I was going through your father's papers and..." My mother draws a deep breath. "He had another family, Hayley. You have a half brother"

The first day: lunchtime

48 hours ago (Long after learning of her brothers existence, three days before he orgasms for her)

I recognized him as my brother instantly when I saw his picture, and now that I can see him in person, the impact is even stronger.

Derek has my strawberry blonde hair, my dusting of freckles, my roman nose.

The cafe is busy and they haven't noticed me yet, so I take the opportunity to study a little closer.

He has the same straight back, the same gym-toned body, even the same crooked grin as he catches me looking and waves.

My face feels hot, but I grin and wave back.

The first day: mid afternoon

46 hours ago (After meeting her brother for the first time)

Derek helps me unload my bag in the spare bedroom and load my stuff into the fridge, and the whole time we never stop chatting.

We talk about sports, and working out, and who the best hockey player of all time is. It feels like we've been separated for months, rather than our entire lives. My cheeks start to ache, and I wonder how long it's been since I smiled like this.

Suddenly Ivy raises her head from her phone "Found it!

Genetic sexual attraction

: Occurs when close biological relatives meet for the first time as adults and experience an intense sexual or romantic attraction to one another." She then grins as though she's done something clever.

Derek instantly turns bright red and stares at the ground. The conversation seems to be over for now.

I narrow my eyes at Ivy, my discomfort with her rapidly hardening into dislike.

The first day: lunchtime

47 hours, 45 minutes ago (Right after joining her brother for lunch. Before they go home and Ivy reads out what she finds on her phone)

Derek's fiancee Ivy is a busty, raven-haired woman, with porcelain skin, black lipstick and piercing blue eyes. When I see her, my first impulse is to high-five Derek, but I hold myself back because we're meeting for the first time.

Just as well, because the instant she starts talking, my opinion of her starts dropping.

Ivy's eyes are a bit too bright, her smile just a bit too wide, she is frankly, just a little too excited to be meeting me.

Within a minute, she joins me on the bench seat on my side of the table, leaning into my space and talking directly at me.

I put my bag on the seat between us as a kind of shield, but she doesn't seem to notice. Fortunately Derek does.

"Give her some space, Ivy, she's had a long flight"

Ivy straight up sulks as she complies.

I don't know what Derek sees in her.

The third day: late morning

45 seconds ago (After Derek orgasms for her)

Ivy kisses me with shocking fierceness; seizing me and holding me against her body.

I can't stop myself, I melt into the kiss and open my mouth to admit her.

The third day: late morning

30 minutes ago (Before Derek orgasms for her and Ivy kisses her)

I get back from breakfast, and Ivy opens her bedroom door. After last night I'm shocked, but not surprised, to find that she's naked.

I fight the urge to let my eyes roam her body and stare her down instead, refusing to be intimidated.

She puts one finger to her lips and then beckons for me.

Where is Derek?

The second day: Late evening

12 hours ago (Before Ivy beckoned her into the bedroom after breakfast)

"OH MY GOD!"

I slap my hand over my eyes, as the other woman slaps hers over her body.

After a few seconds I realise the pointlessness of the gesture and peek between my fingers.

She's a gorgeous asian woman with bronze skin and messy hair. Belatedly I realise the screams and groans from the master bedroom can only be Ivy getting absolutely railed by Derek.

"You must be Hayley," says the woman, offering me her hand. "I'm Jade. I'm really sorry about this; we thought you'd be out longer."

"The clubs were dead" I mutter, as I shake her hand. I realise she's not covering her pussy anymore and I'm stunned to see a thick load of cum dripping down her thigh.

"Yeah this town doesn't have many attractions. Aside from Ivy and Derek of course. Can I get past?"

She slips by me into the kitchen and downs an entire carton of orange juice. Five minutes ago that would have been the most shocking thing.

"Aahh, I needed that. Listen, I don't want to be rude, but you might want to head out again for a couple of hours. Ivy must have done something special to rile Derek up this time. The two of us together can't satisfy him."

Both of them? The implications are unthinkable, so I don't think them. Behind me, Ivy's regular moaning speeds into a frenzied staccato, faster, louder, until the rhythm fractures into a chaotic scream.

"Oop, looks like I'm tagging back in" Jade nips past me, heading for the master bedroom. "I really am sorry about this; let me buy you breakfast to make up for it"

The second day: Late afternoon

20 hours ago (Before meeting Jade)

Derek grinds his teeth and glares at the Porsche in his driveway as though it had personally transformed into a giant robot and keyed his car.

"Is... that not meant to be there?" I ask "Should I call a tow truck?"

"No that's... It's fine, it's just that Ivy's invited Jade to dinner. She's being a brat again. I thought we sorted that out this morning" Derek is rubbing his eyes and I sense there's a whole history behind that sentence that I don't have yet.

"Listen. Hayley. Jade is... a very dear friend to both Ivy and myself, but I think it would be disastrous if you met her now. Also, she must have driven hours to get here, so I can't kick her out. Now I know we promised you dinner..."

I catch where he's going with this "Derek it's okay," I smile, "I understand. I can get dinner by myself."

"I'm sorry, I know this is rude to you. Give me your gym bag, take my credit card"

I tuck his credit card into my pocket, resolving not to use it. "Shall come back after dinner?"

"Late after dinner, maybe check out a club" he narrows his eyes at the door "I think Ivy needs to be spanked again"

The second day: Late morning

26 hours ago (Before they come back from the gym and see Jade's car in the driveway)

Ivy totters out of the bedroom like an unstable baby dear.

I'm at the breakfast table, eating half a bowl of cornflakes and trying to act like I hadn't heard the whole thing.

She takes the chair next to me and sits down on it, but then winces, turns the chair around, and sits backwards on it like a highschool guidance counsellor.

She offers me an embarrassed little grin which I completely refuse to return; after what she did, she can suffer for a bit.

Ivy coughs, looks around for a bit, and then suddenly lunges forward to grab my hands.

"Hayley, I'm so sorry I was inappropriate! I'm a really visual person and having a hot chick in my house that looks so much like my fiance is hard for me! I promise I won't be inappropriate again!"

"You just called me a hot chick!"

"Inappropriate from now on! Please Hayley; I'm going to be your sister when we get married! I'm just a silly little baby, please be forgiving! Pleasepleaseplease-"

"Okay" I can't help laughing a bit. What she did was messed up, but given what I did afterwards, I don't have much space to criticise. Plus it's really nice to see the way Derek humbled her.

"Yay, you're the best sister!" She kisses my fingers. "The smartest,"

kiss

, "wisest,"

kiss

, "and-". She freezes.

The hairs on the back of my neck stand up. I'm not sure how, but something has just changed.

She looks up at me, a huge grin spreading over her face as her nostrils flare with triumph. I pull my hands out of hers.

She leans in and starts speaking in a low, conspiratorial tone. "He'll never admit it, but we both think you're crazy hot, and if you ever want to-"

She cuts herself off. Derek has exited his bedroom and is leaning against the wall, watching us.

Ivy looks away, suddenly sullen and pouty. "Derek wants to take you to the gym for some brother/sister bonding" she informs me. Then she meets my eyes again, that dark, secret grin returning. "And when you get back, I'm preparing a special dinner."

The second day: Mid morning

27 hours ago (Before Ivy has to apologise for what she did)

As I walk down the hallway, I see Ivy sitting on the couch, and hear the ensuite shower start running. I grin to myself, realising that my brother is a late riser, just like me.

I've barely settled on the couch when Ivy looks up from her phone and asks "Haaaayleeeey, can you get my blanket off my bed?"

I bite back my initial response; Ivy is technically my host. "Sure" I eventually manage, forcing a smile.

I get back up from the couch and open her bedroom door.

DEREK! NAKED! MID-STROKE, HUGE COCK!

"I'M SORRY!"

"

I'M

SORRY!"

"I THOUGHT YOU WERE IN THE SHOWER!"

"I LIKE TO LET IT WARM UP!"

I

slam

the bedroom door.

For a long moment the only sound I can hear is my own racing heart, but I gradually recognize the sound over it as Ivy's peals of laughter.

She sees me looking and ineptly attempts to rearrange her face into an innocent expression. "No blankie?" she asks.

The second day: Mid morning

26 hours 30 minutes ago (Before Ivy apologises, but after she did it)

A ringing slap sounds through the wall.

"Ah! 20, Daddy"

A second slap, it doesn't sound soft.

"Ouch! 19, Daddy"

A third.

"Oooo! 18, Daddy you're being rough!"

"This is not a funishment Ivy, you're being corrected. What were you thinking?!"

"I thought it would be hot!" she whines "And I was right! Don't act like- Yow! Yeow! Yeouch! 17, 16, 15 Daddy."

"No more excuses", Derek growls, "Just count"

I'm leaning against the plasterboard, listening carefully to the slaps, the grunts of pain, and the numbers gradually descending. Do they realize how thin the walls are?

I can't see what's happening of course, but the image in my mind's eye is compelling. Ivy's bent over Derek's knee, her face twisted in well-deserved agony as Derek turns her pale ass a bright glowing red. From where I'm standing, the corner of my headboard is pressed hard against my clit. I could move to relieve the pressure.

I don't.

Something else that Derek and I have in common apparently; we both love it when bratty little girls get what's coming to them.

I don't think I'll share that with him.

The count reaches 3 and then stops. Derek starts speaking in a low and dangerous tone, and I press my ear harder against the wall to hear him.

"Listen to me Ivy. You've been reading too much porn. Hayley is my sister"

"Your hot sister." Ivy responds; I can actually hear the pout, "You didn't grow up together so it's fine-GAK!"

I jump at the sudden sound. There's a jolt through my clit that makes me tremble.

"2, Daddy, that's going to leave a handprint!"

"Listen to me Ivy, it's not fine, and even if it was, you're putting Hayley in an awkward situation. You've seen her social media, her previous partners, you know she's not into me"

"You don't know that, don't be reductive. I'm just saying, maybe ask her to rate your cock; I've given you the perfect openin- OW OW OW! That's 1, 0, -1, I'm done!"

"No." said Derek, and in that one syllable it feels like he invokes some huge animal growling in the undergrowth. I can only imagine the impact it's having on Ivy. "Because this isn't a funishment, and I don't think you're actually sorry. Get back over my knee and start again at 20."

My groan is fortunately drowned out by Ivy's much louder one, and I decide to yield to the inevitable. I lay on the bed, peel my panties down, and start flicking my bean to the sounds coming through the wall.

This will be something else I never tell Derek. Looks like I have 20 counts to cum.

The third day: Mid morning

3 hours ago (After Jade offers to buy breakfast. Before Ivy beckons her into the bedroom)

"Yeah, your brother's an animal, an absolute beast. Ivy told me once that she has to tie him to the bed when she wants to be on top, and I believe her. When he fucks me, he basically throws me on the mattress, folds me in half, and splits me in two. Wait-shit! Is this too much for you? Since he's your brother."

I stare down at my breakfast burrito as though I find it fascinating, the tomato is a vibrant red, I wonder what my face looks like. "We didn't grow up together", I mutter, "So it's fine".

"Okay great" smiles Jade, all traces of concern instantly fading. "So anyway, Ivy and Derek have always been like that, ever since university; Derek loves to fuck and Ivy loves to watch. Not just with me either, there's Sophia, and Ani, and Freja," she counts on her fingers, "and a bunch of others I've never met. Ivy likes to wind Derek up and let him loose on us."

"And is it always like last night?"

"Well you've got to be good to your hosts" grins Jade over her own burrito. Then she pauses, looking thoughtful "Last night was special though. I wonder what Ivy did to get him so worked up?"

The third day: Late morning

28 minutes ago (After Ivy beckons her into the bedroom. Before she kisses her)

"Oh Hayley, finally!" groans Derek as his cock is engulfed. "Your mouth feels so good!"

The second day: Mid afternoon

21 hours ago (After Derek invites her to the gym. Before they see Jade's car in the driveway)

He smells of orange and wood smoke.

I feel warm and cuddly; it's partly that I'm still riding the post-workout high. The train is packed, some sort of political rally. There's no room to stand separately, so we stand tightly together.

I breathe him in, in our little bubble of space.

Orange and wood smoke. I know it's probably his cologne, but I like to imagine him baking pies on a wood fired bbq.

We stop at a station, and even more people pack in. I don't mind; I'm happy to take the excuse to press my nose against his shirt.

Orange and wood smoke. I've never understood it when women say they like the way a man smells, but I'm lost in post-exercise endorphins and I get it.

I look up at Derek, offering him an embarrassed grin, but he's staring over my shoulder, carefully not meeting my eyes.

At first I feel a chill in the pit of my stomach, did he realise I was smelling him? Does he think I'm a freak?

But then I feel it, a creeping sensation against my lower stomach. Something growing into the space between us.

Derek is getting hard.

Now I'm the one blushing and not meeting his eyes. I could move. I have enough space to give him relief.

I don't.

His cock gets larger and larger between our bodies. Slowly swelling, and reaching higher until it's touching my belly button. The flash of it I saw in the morning keeps playing through my mind. I thought surely my memory must have exaggerated it. Nope.

Something happens in the crowd. I don't care what, but there's shouting and shoving and everyone collectively sways.

I sway too. I have to grab a pole to prevent myself from being torn away from Derek.

Derek groans, and I realise what I'm doing.

I'm grinding on my brother's cock! I'm grinding my body against my brother's cock!

Some hard-won part of my identity rebels and I grab him to stop the grinding. I realise a new scent has joined the others. Rich and sour, like kombucha.

The train pulls into our station, and Derek shoves his way to the exit, not saying any or looking back.

I follow in his wake, shamefaced. Did I just ruin our relationship? I realise I'm breathing heavily like I'm back on the treadmill.

The third day: late morning

29 minutes ago (After Ivy beckons her into the bedroom)

Ivy doesn't take her finger off her lips for the whole time I'm walking into the bedroom, and as soon as I get through the door, I see why.

I barely stifle a gasp.

"Ivy, can you shut the door? We don't know when Hayley will get back, and she won't want to see this."

Derek is tied spread-eagle to the bed. He's wearing a blindfold and nothing else. His torso is a ripple of hard muscle, with defined lines leading down to his cock, which stands partially erect, a slightly drooping curve like he's beckoning to me as well.

I realise my heart is pounding. My fingertips are tingling. I glance around the room like my eyes can't settle. I've never had this reaction to a cock before, why did it have to be my brother?!

"Don't make assumptions about what I want."

I jump. Ivy is doing my voice. It's not a good copy, but with that pitch and that accent, there's no mistaking it.

Derek groans. "Ivy, you can't keep doing this."

Ivy settles on the bed, and her fingers ghost over his cock, like a breath of air. His cock kicks, but she giggles and pulls her hand back. "Ivy had to step out, but I can take care of you"

Derek grits his teeth and uselessly humps the air. "Ivy. Please."

Ivy giggles again and shakes her head "Nope"

"Hayley!" My chest seizes. It feels like the air has been yanked out of my lungs. But he's still talking to Ivy. "Please shut the door so... you don't come home and see you. And then... please stroke my cock"

Ivy giggles. "Of course, anything to make my brother feel good"

"And please stop doing that"

"Nope"

Ivy winks at me as she shuts and locks the door. I suddenly realise that I just blew my chance to flee.

She settles back on the bed and takes Derek's cock in her hand, I watch a ripple of relief travel through his body as she starts stroking. She lets him have that relief for a moment before she starts talking again.

"I loved watching you jerk off yesterday"

Derek groans and struggles against his bonds. "I

just

punished you for that yesterday, Ivy"

Ivy takes her hand away and goes back to the ghosting fingers. After a few seconds, Derek relents.

"Ivy shouldn't have done that,

Hayley

. That was inappropriate."

His anger evaporates into moans as she rewards him by resuming her stroking.

"Mmm, maybe she shouldn't have, but it made me wet. Right afterwards I went to my room and rubbed my pussy to the memory. I almost fooled Ivy, but she could smell it on my hands"

I was rubbing it to you! I was rubbing it to the thought of you being punished!

But she's grinning at me, and the door is locked, and I can't say anything.

Derek stirs. Like he wants to say something.

"Say it Derek", Ivy is stroking with both hands now, her eyes are a little too bright "Say what you want to say to me"

"I wish I could have seen you touching yourself." He breathes. "I want a good relationship with my sister so badly, but even more than that, I just want to fuck you."

I try to slow my breathing. It's too fast, too shallow. If I don't keep this under control then I might pass out. My brother wants to fuck me. My God, we're

those

people.

"When you were in those tight gym clothes yesterday, all I wanted to do was tear them off you. When we were packed into the train, I'm pretty sure I left precum on your shirt"