Unintended Affections
folder
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
50,837
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
50,837
Reviews:
33
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Inhibitions
::Unintended Affections::
Emma gave him the silent treatment for several days after ‘the incident,’ as Jamie liked to think of it. After the third day his sister began acting as though nothing had happened, though the bathroom entrance to her room remained barricaded. Jamie wanted to apologized, but whenever he tried she changed the subject.
Jamie was miserable and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t even get himself up anymore. All his fantasies were off his sister, and every time he tried, she was crying in them. The only time he managed to get an erection was when he went over to Michelle’s, and only because she liked tit-fucking and when he came on her face.
Jamie had tried again at dinner to broach the topic of apologizing for his depraved behavior, when Emma shook her head and decided that, since she didn’t have to be anywhere tomorrow, she would have a beer. That beer turned into three and Emma, a self-proclaimed lightweight, was now happily resting on her brother’s shoulder. Jamie only had one, and even that he had been forced to sneak because his sister didn’t like underage drinking, even though she knew he went to frat parties every other weekend.
“I’m tried,” Emma said, gently swatting her brother. “I’m goin’ to bed.”
She tried to stand up and lurched forward. Luckily, Jamie jumped up and caught her, dragging her back down to the cough. “Maybe you should sleep down here tonight,” he said.
“Don’t wanna,” she responded. “You carry me.”
Jamie sighed. He knew better than to argue with his sister when she was drunk. The argument always became ridiculous and he always ended up giving in when she started declaring, ‘I’m your older sister, be nice to me!’ With another sigh Jamie picked Emma, who seemed to have dozed off and was cradling and unopened beer to her chest, up and carried her upstairs.
The door to her room was open and Jamie took his sister inside, feeling guilty when he saw the dresser had been pulled in front of the bathroom door. He laid her down on the bed, trying not to notice the way both straps of her slip dress had fallen off her shoulders and how nearly exposed her breasts were. Jamie looked at her a moment before he leaned down, kissing her forehead and reaching out to pull the blankets over her.
As he did Emma let out a little moan and shrugged her shoulders, reaching out and throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, down onto the bed. His face was so close to her that their noses nearly touched. “Jamie,” she said, her dilated eyes opening. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, little brother?”
Emma giggled as Jamie managed to pull away, a blush on his face. “That’s okay,” she continued, rolling onto her side so that her back was to him, though her dress rode up to show off her thigh and gave a glimpse of her black panties. “I want you to fuck me, too.”
“What?” Jamie said, pushing himself off the bed and taking a step back.
“It’s true,” his sister said, nodding as she shifted and sprawled herself across the bed, “but we’re siblings, so we can’t.” Her voice took on a little whine as she raised her head. “But you’re so nice and pretty, and I wanna!”
Jamie stared at his sister in shock, certain she was just messing with his head as payback for watching her masturbate, as she clumsily moved and held out the beer she had been clutching. “I know,” she said, her eyes glistening as she opened the can. Liquid gushed out and dampened Emma’s chest even as she held out the beer. “Drink this. I know I said you was underage, but it’s okay now.” Jamie continued to stare, knowing he needed to leave, but unable to do so as she frowned at him. “If you drink it, I’ll tell you a secret.”
Hesitantly, Jamie took the beer and chugged it as he sat down on the bed. It was a bad place for him to be. His sister was drunk and sexy, and the erection he had been hardly able to obtain the past few days was now raging in his pants. “What’s the secret,” he asked as he finished it with a second swallow as he willed himself not to look at his sister.
“You should do me, now,” Emma said.
Against his judgment Jamie turned to look at his sister, prepared to yell at her for toying with him and tell her it was a cruel joke, but the words caught in this throat. Emma was staring at the ceiling, one of her breasts was exposed and glistening from being spritzed by the beer, her knees raised so the dress had fallen and he could see her panties were wet.
Jamie knew it was wrong to take advantage of his sister when she was drunk, even if she had been the one to suggest it. If she remembered in the morning, he really hadn’t had enough to claim his judgment was impaired –
“I’m horny, little brother! You should do me instead of watching me,” Emma said, pulling her skirt up to her waist and putting a hand down her panties before bringing wet fingers to her lips.
-- however, it was probably the only chance he would ever have to live out his fantasy.
It wasn’t the romantic love-making from a movie, not the erotic sex from his fantasies. It was simple drunk fucking as Jamie unzipped his pants and pulled down his sister’s panties, letting them dangle from one ankle as he parted her legs and grabbed her hips. He looked down at his sister, her flushed face, her slip dress covering nothing but her stomach and one breast, her legs parted to expose her wet, inviting cunt, and her arms outstretched as she moaned for him: “Jamie.”
He thrust himself inside his sister and she let out a shriek that frightened him until her arms wrapped around his neck and she whimpered for more. He began to move inside the wonderful tightness and she moved with him, meeting his every thrust. “God, you’re not little at all, little brother,” she moaned into his ear, “so thick. Harder!”
Jamie moved faster, his sister’s nails scoring his back as he pressed her hard into the mattress. She let out sounds, moans and groans, and cries of pleasure that spurred him to his climax. He thrust inside her as deeply as he could, grinding against her as he came and collapsed on top of her, clutching her close as he fell asleep.
TBC...
Emma gave him the silent treatment for several days after ‘the incident,’ as Jamie liked to think of it. After the third day his sister began acting as though nothing had happened, though the bathroom entrance to her room remained barricaded. Jamie wanted to apologized, but whenever he tried she changed the subject.
Jamie was miserable and he couldn’t stop thinking about it. He couldn’t even get himself up anymore. All his fantasies were off his sister, and every time he tried, she was crying in them. The only time he managed to get an erection was when he went over to Michelle’s, and only because she liked tit-fucking and when he came on her face.
Jamie had tried again at dinner to broach the topic of apologizing for his depraved behavior, when Emma shook her head and decided that, since she didn’t have to be anywhere tomorrow, she would have a beer. That beer turned into three and Emma, a self-proclaimed lightweight, was now happily resting on her brother’s shoulder. Jamie only had one, and even that he had been forced to sneak because his sister didn’t like underage drinking, even though she knew he went to frat parties every other weekend.
“I’m tried,” Emma said, gently swatting her brother. “I’m goin’ to bed.”
She tried to stand up and lurched forward. Luckily, Jamie jumped up and caught her, dragging her back down to the cough. “Maybe you should sleep down here tonight,” he said.
“Don’t wanna,” she responded. “You carry me.”
Jamie sighed. He knew better than to argue with his sister when she was drunk. The argument always became ridiculous and he always ended up giving in when she started declaring, ‘I’m your older sister, be nice to me!’ With another sigh Jamie picked Emma, who seemed to have dozed off and was cradling and unopened beer to her chest, up and carried her upstairs.
The door to her room was open and Jamie took his sister inside, feeling guilty when he saw the dresser had been pulled in front of the bathroom door. He laid her down on the bed, trying not to notice the way both straps of her slip dress had fallen off her shoulders and how nearly exposed her breasts were. Jamie looked at her a moment before he leaned down, kissing her forehead and reaching out to pull the blankets over her.
As he did Emma let out a little moan and shrugged her shoulders, reaching out and throwing her arms around his neck and pulling him closer, down onto the bed. His face was so close to her that their noses nearly touched. “Jamie,” she said, her dilated eyes opening. “You wanna fuck me, don’t you, little brother?”
Emma giggled as Jamie managed to pull away, a blush on his face. “That’s okay,” she continued, rolling onto her side so that her back was to him, though her dress rode up to show off her thigh and gave a glimpse of her black panties. “I want you to fuck me, too.”
“What?” Jamie said, pushing himself off the bed and taking a step back.
“It’s true,” his sister said, nodding as she shifted and sprawled herself across the bed, “but we’re siblings, so we can’t.” Her voice took on a little whine as she raised her head. “But you’re so nice and pretty, and I wanna!”
Jamie stared at his sister in shock, certain she was just messing with his head as payback for watching her masturbate, as she clumsily moved and held out the beer she had been clutching. “I know,” she said, her eyes glistening as she opened the can. Liquid gushed out and dampened Emma’s chest even as she held out the beer. “Drink this. I know I said you was underage, but it’s okay now.” Jamie continued to stare, knowing he needed to leave, but unable to do so as she frowned at him. “If you drink it, I’ll tell you a secret.”
Hesitantly, Jamie took the beer and chugged it as he sat down on the bed. It was a bad place for him to be. His sister was drunk and sexy, and the erection he had been hardly able to obtain the past few days was now raging in his pants. “What’s the secret,” he asked as he finished it with a second swallow as he willed himself not to look at his sister.
“You should do me, now,” Emma said.
Against his judgment Jamie turned to look at his sister, prepared to yell at her for toying with him and tell her it was a cruel joke, but the words caught in this throat. Emma was staring at the ceiling, one of her breasts was exposed and glistening from being spritzed by the beer, her knees raised so the dress had fallen and he could see her panties were wet.
Jamie knew it was wrong to take advantage of his sister when she was drunk, even if she had been the one to suggest it. If she remembered in the morning, he really hadn’t had enough to claim his judgment was impaired –
“I’m horny, little brother! You should do me instead of watching me,” Emma said, pulling her skirt up to her waist and putting a hand down her panties before bringing wet fingers to her lips.
-- however, it was probably the only chance he would ever have to live out his fantasy.
It wasn’t the romantic love-making from a movie, not the erotic sex from his fantasies. It was simple drunk fucking as Jamie unzipped his pants and pulled down his sister’s panties, letting them dangle from one ankle as he parted her legs and grabbed her hips. He looked down at his sister, her flushed face, her slip dress covering nothing but her stomach and one breast, her legs parted to expose her wet, inviting cunt, and her arms outstretched as she moaned for him: “Jamie.”
He thrust himself inside his sister and she let out a shriek that frightened him until her arms wrapped around his neck and she whimpered for more. He began to move inside the wonderful tightness and she moved with him, meeting his every thrust. “God, you’re not little at all, little brother,” she moaned into his ear, “so thick. Harder!”
Jamie moved faster, his sister’s nails scoring his back as he pressed her hard into the mattress. She let out sounds, moans and groans, and cries of pleasure that spurred him to his climax. He thrust inside her as deeply as he could, grinding against her as he came and collapsed on top of her, clutching her close as he fell asleep.
TBC...