My Brothers Love
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Romance › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
6,616
Reviews:
50
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Chapter One
A/N: I've been harassed into posting this... I've already gotten four chapters, but I'm not going to post them all up at once, I get burned out too fast when I do that. So, I will be updating weekly. That being on Friday nights. With any luck I'll manage to actually stick to writing this and keep it updated. Now, just so you know, there may not be sex right off. It's going to be a nice slow seduction with lots of sex afterwards. Also, if you have problems with incest (brother and sister) LEAVE NOW! I don't want reviews going "omg! i so dont like the bro/sis thing going on!". Also, don't review about my tenses. They will always be off, because half the time I don't even know what tense I'm writing in... Anyway, I'm going to shut up so you all can enjoy what I hope you find as fine writing ^.^
Deranged Devorah
~~~~~~~~~~
I struggled against the strength of my brother as he had me pinned to the wall. He held my wrists high above my head. One of his legs were between mine keeping me in place on the wall.
How did we get into this position again? I drove my brain back to just a few minutes ago, trying to think. Oh yeah, I had been teasing him. I told him he was a loser and wouldn’t be able to fuck a girl even if he tried. Which was the complete opposite; he was one of the hot preppy guys that every girl fawned over, including all of my friends. I was the loser, with the loser friends, and the pimply guy that followed me like a dog that some would consider my boyfriend.
My brother had probably had a dozen girls since the start of second semester, and it being his senior year, he was probably going to have a lot more. I on the other hand, was still that innocent virgin that kept to her self.
“What did you say?” my brother’s words tore me from my thoughts, and I stared up at his handsome face.
Even on my tippy toes so that his knee wouldn’t dig into my crotch as bad, my brown haired, green eyed brother was still taller. I hated him for being taller; I hated him for a lot of things. We looked a lot alike, I had green eyes, and at one point my hair was brown... at least I think it was brown... At the moment it was black. I wanted purple, but the school wouldn’t allow it, so I’d have to wait for summer to dye it purple.
Back to his question. “I said you’re a fucking loser, and that you couldn’t get laid even if you tried.” I think that’s what I said. I couldn’t think with his masculinity so close to me, the smell of his cologne tingled my nose, and I was pretty sure he didn’t shave that mourning.
He laughed, or maybe it was a deep chuckle. When did his laugh become sexy? Wait? Did I just think something about my brother was sexy? What the hell was wrong with me?
“My dear sister, I do believe you’re talking about yourself,” his green eyes wandered down for just a flash, or at least I was sure they did.
“Ha! I’ve had sex so many times I’d need both my hands and my feet to count them on!” I was never much of a liar.
He smiled, and it was his wicked, evil, twisted smile that he only used when he was plotting something. He leaned closer, his lips besides my ear, “prove it.”
I gapped at him. “Prove... how can I possibly prove something like that?”
“I can think of ways.” He moved his lips towards my ear again, only this time he didn’t say anything. Instead he licked my earlobe.
An involuntary shudder coursed through my body. That had to of been the grossest and erotic thing he had ever done to me. My eyes widened as I suddenly realized what he meant. “Alexander James Morrow! Release me this instance!” I said, and began to struggle against his grip on my wrists. If his leg wasn’t between mine I could have easily gotten away, and he knew it and used it to his advantage. He moved his knee higher so that not even my toes were touching the floor.
“Why?” his whisper tickled my ear. He then gently bit my ear lobe and I swore I heard a moan come from me.
“Don’t...” was all I could say as he nipped my ear lobe again. My head tilted back against the wall as his lips made contact with my neck. Another moan escaped me, and I could feel him smile against my skin.
His knee remained between my legs, and his upper body kept me pinned as he slowly loosened his grip on my wrists. He kept his movements slow; as if he was afraid he would scare me or something like that if he moved quickly. He knew I was new and innocent to these things, everyone knew. He lowered my hands until they were around his neck before he completely let go of my wrists.
He then placed his hands on my butt, lifting me higher off the floor. At the same time his lips made contact with mine. I gave a slightly startled gasp as he kissed me fully. Your brother’s lips are not supposed to feel soft, warm, and inviting. I should have been completely grossed out and turned off by the situation, but instead I was completely turned on and thrilled by the situation.
I suddenly realized that his knee was no longer between my legs, and the only thing that was keeping me from falling was his hands on my butt. With this in mind I wrapped my legs around his waist, just in case he decided to drop me. He smiled at me; I could feel the curve of his lips against mine. I then realized he was even more at an advantage with my in such a position in many ways.
The main one being that he could carry me off into one of the nearby bedrooms and thoroughly seduce me. But he didn’t do this; instead he kept me pinned against the wall, his lips on mine.
I may have been new to the subject, but I knew there was more to kissing then lips on lips; I did have a computer after all. My eyes were closed, so I had that part down, seeing as I knew subconsciously I knew this was wrong and my mind was probably thinking if I didn’t see who was kissing me it would be all right. But consciously I measured my movements, digging the fingers of my right hand into his hair, and my fingers of my left hand curling into the t-shirt that covered his back.
This time he moaned and licked my lips. I was both shocked and thrilled by this sensation and gasped. He took the opportunity of my mouth being opened to plunge his tongue into my mouth. This almost frightened my and my grip, both my legs and arms, tightened around him. But a moan came from deep within my throat as I timidly touched his tongue with mine. My movement must have pleased him, as he moaned this time, tightened his grip on my butt, and pushed me harder into the wall.
“Hey kids! We’re home!” said a female voice from in the foyer below.
Alex pulled his head away from me, he was breathless and shocked. I wondered what our parents would think if they found us making out in the upstairs hall. I hadn’t even heard the front door open, and I didn’t think he had either.
“We brought home dinner!” this time the voice was pure male.
Slowly, Alex let me slide down his length, his hand remaining on my back as I went until I was firmly back on the floor.
“Go fix your hair,” he told me, “you’re a mess.” He then began to walk down the hall towards the stairs. He stopped a short ways from the first step before turning back towards me, “and we’re not through yet.”
I stared after him as he trotted down the stairs as if nothing had happen. He was fine with what had just happened while I stood in the hall dazed and confused.
Deranged Devorah
~~~~~~~~~~
I struggled against the strength of my brother as he had me pinned to the wall. He held my wrists high above my head. One of his legs were between mine keeping me in place on the wall.
How did we get into this position again? I drove my brain back to just a few minutes ago, trying to think. Oh yeah, I had been teasing him. I told him he was a loser and wouldn’t be able to fuck a girl even if he tried. Which was the complete opposite; he was one of the hot preppy guys that every girl fawned over, including all of my friends. I was the loser, with the loser friends, and the pimply guy that followed me like a dog that some would consider my boyfriend.
My brother had probably had a dozen girls since the start of second semester, and it being his senior year, he was probably going to have a lot more. I on the other hand, was still that innocent virgin that kept to her self.
“What did you say?” my brother’s words tore me from my thoughts, and I stared up at his handsome face.
Even on my tippy toes so that his knee wouldn’t dig into my crotch as bad, my brown haired, green eyed brother was still taller. I hated him for being taller; I hated him for a lot of things. We looked a lot alike, I had green eyes, and at one point my hair was brown... at least I think it was brown... At the moment it was black. I wanted purple, but the school wouldn’t allow it, so I’d have to wait for summer to dye it purple.
Back to his question. “I said you’re a fucking loser, and that you couldn’t get laid even if you tried.” I think that’s what I said. I couldn’t think with his masculinity so close to me, the smell of his cologne tingled my nose, and I was pretty sure he didn’t shave that mourning.
He laughed, or maybe it was a deep chuckle. When did his laugh become sexy? Wait? Did I just think something about my brother was sexy? What the hell was wrong with me?
“My dear sister, I do believe you’re talking about yourself,” his green eyes wandered down for just a flash, or at least I was sure they did.
“Ha! I’ve had sex so many times I’d need both my hands and my feet to count them on!” I was never much of a liar.
He smiled, and it was his wicked, evil, twisted smile that he only used when he was plotting something. He leaned closer, his lips besides my ear, “prove it.”
I gapped at him. “Prove... how can I possibly prove something like that?”
“I can think of ways.” He moved his lips towards my ear again, only this time he didn’t say anything. Instead he licked my earlobe.
An involuntary shudder coursed through my body. That had to of been the grossest and erotic thing he had ever done to me. My eyes widened as I suddenly realized what he meant. “Alexander James Morrow! Release me this instance!” I said, and began to struggle against his grip on my wrists. If his leg wasn’t between mine I could have easily gotten away, and he knew it and used it to his advantage. He moved his knee higher so that not even my toes were touching the floor.
“Why?” his whisper tickled my ear. He then gently bit my ear lobe and I swore I heard a moan come from me.
“Don’t...” was all I could say as he nipped my ear lobe again. My head tilted back against the wall as his lips made contact with my neck. Another moan escaped me, and I could feel him smile against my skin.
His knee remained between my legs, and his upper body kept me pinned as he slowly loosened his grip on my wrists. He kept his movements slow; as if he was afraid he would scare me or something like that if he moved quickly. He knew I was new and innocent to these things, everyone knew. He lowered my hands until they were around his neck before he completely let go of my wrists.
He then placed his hands on my butt, lifting me higher off the floor. At the same time his lips made contact with mine. I gave a slightly startled gasp as he kissed me fully. Your brother’s lips are not supposed to feel soft, warm, and inviting. I should have been completely grossed out and turned off by the situation, but instead I was completely turned on and thrilled by the situation.
I suddenly realized that his knee was no longer between my legs, and the only thing that was keeping me from falling was his hands on my butt. With this in mind I wrapped my legs around his waist, just in case he decided to drop me. He smiled at me; I could feel the curve of his lips against mine. I then realized he was even more at an advantage with my in such a position in many ways.
The main one being that he could carry me off into one of the nearby bedrooms and thoroughly seduce me. But he didn’t do this; instead he kept me pinned against the wall, his lips on mine.
I may have been new to the subject, but I knew there was more to kissing then lips on lips; I did have a computer after all. My eyes were closed, so I had that part down, seeing as I knew subconsciously I knew this was wrong and my mind was probably thinking if I didn’t see who was kissing me it would be all right. But consciously I measured my movements, digging the fingers of my right hand into his hair, and my fingers of my left hand curling into the t-shirt that covered his back.
This time he moaned and licked my lips. I was both shocked and thrilled by this sensation and gasped. He took the opportunity of my mouth being opened to plunge his tongue into my mouth. This almost frightened my and my grip, both my legs and arms, tightened around him. But a moan came from deep within my throat as I timidly touched his tongue with mine. My movement must have pleased him, as he moaned this time, tightened his grip on my butt, and pushed me harder into the wall.
“Hey kids! We’re home!” said a female voice from in the foyer below.
Alex pulled his head away from me, he was breathless and shocked. I wondered what our parents would think if they found us making out in the upstairs hall. I hadn’t even heard the front door open, and I didn’t think he had either.
“We brought home dinner!” this time the voice was pure male.
Slowly, Alex let me slide down his length, his hand remaining on my back as I went until I was firmly back on the floor.
“Go fix your hair,” he told me, “you’re a mess.” He then began to walk down the hall towards the stairs. He stopped a short ways from the first step before turning back towards me, “and we’re not through yet.”
I stared after him as he trotted down the stairs as if nothing had happen. He was fine with what had just happened while I stood in the hall dazed and confused.