Little Brother

Ben struggled awake from the dream he had been having, the fleeting vision of the girl drifting away like streams of mist pierced by daylight. As he did so he realised his bed was wet, not wet really more slimy. He climbed out and looked at the sheets and duvet, each liberally smeared in his sperm.

"Fuck." he swore. He grabbed the sheet of the bed and used it to clean the last smears of his body then rolled both sheet and cover up. Yawning he pulled on some boxers and headed down stairs to the utility room, if he put everything in the wash right now he could tell mom he'd split some coke or something. That would make sense, yeah.

He carefully made his way through the dark house, taking great care to make sure he didn't wake anyone. He loaded up the machine and set it up to wash, the machine had a timer that mom had never managed to understand but Ben did. He set it to start early, he could say he'd got up early, couldn't sleep, wanted to work on a project or something.

"Hey little bro. Watcha doing?"

Ben froze, his sisters sarcastic voice tore through him, she walked up behind him, smelling slightly of alcohol and stale cigarettes. She leaned round him, her couldn't help but notice her breasts in their tight top rubbing against his cold back.

"Nice pants," she giggled as bent down to look in the machine. Ben cursed, his older sister had spent his entire life making it hell, and she'd just love this. Why couldn't she have just stayed out getting drunk with her friends.

"Ooooo. Did little Bennie Wennie have a naughty dream?" she drawled as she stood up again, she slid round to stand in front of him. Her eyes flashing with amusment behind thick mascara. "Did little Ben get all hard?" she laughed, her hand slapping into his crotch. It was at this point that Ben realised just how turned on he was feeling, the shock of being caught had triggered something in him.

And the suprise at finding this registered on Suzies face. She looked him deep in the eyes as her hand rubbed against his cotton briefs. He locked eyes with her, his whole body trembling, he realised that not only was he turned on he was angry, angry at the way she had treated him his entire life.

"Maybe I've been wrong about you." she purred. "You aren't so little now are you?" Her hand slid inside his pants wrapping around his thick manhood. They continued to stare at each other, neither of them blinked or looked away as her hand started to stroke him. It felt so good, but something made him carry on staring, he wasn't going to give in this time. This time he felt the balance of power might be shifting. Her hand began to move faster but he saw her eyes begin to quiver, she let out a small moan and took a step back, breaking the contact between them.

He stood there, his cock bursting to get out of his boxers and, for the first time, he looked at his sister. Not as a sister but a woman. She stepped back again as his gaze swept up and down, taking in long dark hair, the firm breasts contained in the tight black top and the long legs topped with a short skirt. Her hand crept under this as she climbed up onto the washing machine. He slid his boxers down as she opened her legs and slid her fingers into her black panties. He watched her play with herself as he held his rock hard cock.

"Oh little bro." she groaned. "Please, I need it."

He took a step forward, in the back of his mind a voice was shouting at him. This was his sister, what was he doing. But he didn't care, he wanted her, wanted to use her fit body for his own pleasure, wanted to treat her like a toy, like she used to treat him. He took another step forward his cock pointing ahead like a spear.

"Suck it." he murmured. She looked shocked, he raised one eyebrow then moved to turn away. She slid off the machine and knelt before him. He looked down at her, gazing at the smooth skin of her breasts revealed with this view. "Well?" She bent her head forward and wrapped her mouth around the head of his cock.

He'd never felt anything like it, it was so much better than jerking off. He wrapped his hands around her head as she began taking more and more of his cock into her mouth. When she tried to pull back he held her for a few seconds, relishing in the power he had over her. He felt his cock begin to swell, his balls tighten. She snorted and tried to pull away, but it was too late, his balls unloaded themselves into he mouth. His hands loosed and she pulled away, jets of cum shooting onto her face and top. She slid back on the floor, wiping her face and swearing. He staggered back a couple of steps.

"You bastard! You could have warned me." she yelled. "Anyway. I wanted that in here." she grabbed her crotch, he smiled as his cock twitched.

"Do that some more." he whispered. Her eyes were glued to his cock as she ripped her panites away, eagerly, watching each pulse and twitch she lay on the floor with her hand running over her wet pussy.

"Oh god." she moaned, "I forgot about 14 year olds stamina." her fingers thrust deep into her wet snatch as he massage the life back into his penis. "But fuck me this time. Fuck me like the bitch I am." she groaned.

"Don't worry, I will." He got down on his knees, but she put her hand up to stop him. He held back as she turned over and got on all fours, her ass thrusting out towards him. "Bitches get fucked from behind." she moaned.

He drove himself forward, forcing his entire length into her tight wet hole in one motion, she let out a moan and her buckled. He held himself like that, for the first time inside a woman, it felt so good he didn't ever want to stop. Then he slowly drew himself out, feeling every inch sliding out until only the head was left. Then slowly slid back in, his sister moans music to his hears with each motion.

"Fuck me harder," she moaned "I like it hard." He laughed and began to slam himself in and out, over and over. It was great, but maybe because he'd already cum twice tonight, he just couldn't stop. Again and again her thrust his flesh into hers, her body shaking and writhing beneath him. She grabbed her panties and shoved them in her mouth to stifle her screams as he carried on the brutal fucking.

He was starting to get worried, no matter what he did he couldn't cum, he was still hard but just couldn't do it. She'd laught, he just knew it. Then, without thinking, his hand slid across her smooth ass and his thumb rested on her asshole. Her body bucked, a low moancoming out of her. His lent forward and dribbled some spit into the crack, then began rubbing the tight wet hole. This was all it took, this final taboo and the though of who is was he was ramming into was enough and his balls drained for the third time deep inside his sister.

Ben found himself falling forward, he couldn't control himself. His sister managed to catch him and pull him close, his face pressed into her cum stained top.

"Good boy." she murmured. "There's a good boy. Lets get you to bed shall we?"