Warning: if you are sensitive to the taboo nature, well this story is not for you.
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The wind in the moors was always wild, like it knew secrets about you that you’d forgotten. I was brushing through my long, red hair waves when I saw James’s car pull up outside. The red of my hair nearly matched the fading sun, casting long shadows across our old stone house in the English countryside.
It had been more than a year since I’d seen James. The last time was right before everything shut down, and the world became a string of days measured by news updates and uncertainty. He’d been in Scotland, caught up in his new life, and the distance felt more than just miles; it was as if we were living on different planets.
I ran outside, my heart pounding with excitement and nerves. He stepped out of the car, his familiar grin lighting up his face. He hadn’t changed much—still the older brother with twinkling eyes and a scruff of beard that he seemed to perpetually have since turning eighteen.
“Sarah!” he exclaimed, spreading his arms wide. I crashed into them, feeling the years melt away. It was like no time had passed, as if we had to catch up on a lifetime in minutes.
We spent the evening reminiscing, our conversation a mix of laughter and sombre reflections on the months spent apart. Mum made her famous shepherd’s pie, and the house felt warm with the aroma filling every corner, pushing out the cold that had settled over the last few months.
As night drew in, we settled in the living room, the old, flickering light of the fire casting shadows on the walls. We talked about everything and nothing, sipping tea, then switching to the stronger stuff as the fire died down to embers.
Then, the room grew quiet, the kind of silence that feels heavy, loaded with words that are hard to say.
“Do you remember during lockdown, and we… we came close?” James’s voice was tentative, probing. I could see him struggling with the memory, his fingers nervously tapping on the mug of now-cold coffee.
I knew what he was getting at. “It was a wild time, and being cooped up didn’t help. We… we shouldn’t have done what we did,” I said, the weight of the confession making my voice nearly a whisper. I watched him, his face illuminated by the dying fire, a play of light and dark that masked the entire reaction in his eyes.
He nodded slowly, the shadows flickering over his face as he sipped his coffee, his eyes not leaving mine.
The air between us thickened, laden with unspoken thoughts, and the flicker of the fire reflected off his face. I could feel the tension, like a string drawn too taut, ready to snap at the slightest provocation. We both knew we were treading on delicate ground, buried under silence and distance.
James set down his coffee mug with a clink that seemed too loud in the quiet room. “It’s strange,” he started, his voice more steady than I felt. “How things can change so quickly. We were trying to get by, weren’t we?”
I nodded, feeling the heat from the fire warming my cheeks, or maybe it was the conversation, the dredging up of memories best left undisturbed. “Yeah, we were. Just surviving,” I murmured, tucking a strand of red hair behind my ear nervously.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, looking deep into the fire as if it might hold answers. “I’ve thought about it, you know. After everything settled down, we returned to some semblance of normalcy… I wondered if it changed things between us.”
My heart thudded loudly, echoing in the silence that followed his words. It had changed things; it had to have. How could it not? But admitting it felt like opening a door, we had both decided to keep it closed.
I swallowed hard, the words catching in my throat. “James, I—”
He held up a hand, and I stopped, the words evaporating into the crackle of the last logs burning down. “No, it’s alright, Sarah. We don’t have to tear open old wounds. I just… I needed to know if you felt it, too. The change.”
I looked at him, really looked, and saw not just my brother but a man who had been through the wringer, just as we all had—a man who was seeking reassurance that he wasn’t alone in his regrets and confusion.
“Yeah, I felt it. I still feel it,” I confessed, the honesty tasting bittersweet. “But we’re here now, aren’t we? We can figure this out. Together.”
James nodded, his expression semblance of relief softening around the edges of his eyes. We sat there silently for a moment, each lost in our thoughts.
The clock struck late, and he stood, stretching his limbs, which must have been cramped from sitting for so long. He glanced back at me, a half-smile forming, tentative but honest.
“I better get some sleep. Big day tomorrow, helping Mum; I said when I was down, I would decorate the living room for her.”
I smiled back, feeling a knot loosen slightly in my chest. “Yeah, I remember. The spare room is already ready for you, Bro.”
He paused at the doorway, hand on the frame, glancing back at me. “Goodnight, Sarah.”
“Goodnight, James.”
As his footsteps faded up the stairs, I remained seated, staring into the fire’s dying embers. The room was cooling as the fire settled into ash, and I wrapped my arms around myself. Although we had lightly touched upon the topic, skimming the surface of our shared experiences during lockdown that had irrevocably altered us, it felt like there was still so much left unsaid. Beneath the surface, there was always more, just waiting for the right—or wrong—moment to resurface.
My thoughts kept returning to the lockdown moment and visualising it. I kept seeing him in my mind, taking me from behind over the sink. Lockdown was hard on many people, especially those with pent-up pressure for release. A part of me wanted to go up and knock on his door, as I felt the heat building up—not from the fire but from the fire burning deep inside.
I went upstairs and made my way to bed. I heard panting from the spare room as I reached the top of the stairs. I tip-toed gently, and his door was open, just slightly like a jar, and I was shocked. He was lying in bed, and I could see near the bottom half of him. The bedding over him was shaking around as he whispered, “Oh, Sarah fuck I need you again,” he was wanking off thinking about me.
I sneakily walked away and made it to my room, where I took off my clothes and, totally naked, put on my purple lavender-coloured nightie. I then moved my bedding and climbed into bed, adjusting my pillow and lying on my back, just thinking.
As I lay there in the dimness of my room, listening to the muffled noises from James’s room, I felt my body reacting to the thoughts of him touching himself while thinking about me. My nipples hardened beneath the soft fabric of my nightie, and a warmth spread between my legs. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and curiosity. What would it feel like if I joined him? If I let myself give in to the temptation and allowed him to touch me, to pleasure me like he was doing now?
Without time to think, I slipped out of bed, my bare feet silent against the cold hardwood floor. I padded across the hallway to James’s door and gently pushed it open wider. My heart pounded in my chest as I took in the sight of him, lying there naked, his hand moving slowly up and down his erect cock. He didn’t notice me right away, lost in his pleasure. I hesitated momentarily before stepping forward and climbing into the bed beside him.
I slid under the covers beside him, feeling his warmth radiate against my skin. He looked over at me, surprise registering in his eyes. But there was no resistance, no hesitation, as he moved closer, his hand still wrapped around his cock.
“Sarah,” he whispered, his voice thick with desire. “I didn’t expect… I didn’t think…”
I silenced him with a finger to his lips, feeling the softness of his skin against mine. I moved closer, pressing my body against his, feeling the heat of his erection against my thigh.
“Don’t think, James. Just feel,” I murmured, my breath warm against his ear. I moved my hand down his chest, feeling the muscles tense beneath my fingers, down to his cock. I wrapped my fingers around him, feeling him harden even more at my touch.
He moaned softly, his hips bucking against my hand as I began to stroke him. I matched the rhythm of his hand, feeling him grow even harder in my grip. I moved my other hand up to his chest, feeling the rapid beating of his heart against my fingertips.
“Do you want me to ride you, tell me how bad you want me to straddle you and twerk on your cock, tell me,” I demanded as I stroked his dick making him answer me.
“Yes, Sarah,” he gasped, his voice strained with pleasure. “I want you to ride me. I want to feel you on top of me, your body moving against mine. Fucking get on my cock.”
He pulled me on top of him as he held me up as held his cock pointing up as he lowered me down on his cock.
I felt him enter me, filling me up, the sensation almost overwhelming as I began to move, grinding my hips against him. I felt his hands on my waist, holding me in place as I rode him, my pussy gripping him tightly as I moved up and down. I could see the pleasure on his face, the way his eyes closed as he surrendered to the feeling.
I leaned forward; Our tongues danced together as I continued to ride him, feeling the tension building between us. I could feel my orgasm growing closer, my body trembling with pleasure as I moved faster against him.
As I rode him, I could feel the tension building between us, my body trembling with pleasure as I moved faster against him. My breasts bounced with each movement, the lavender fabric of my nightie barely containing them. I reached up and squeezed them, my nipples hard and sensitive to the touch.
“Oh, Sarah, you feel so good,” James moaned, his hands gripping my waist tighter as I rode him harder. “Your pussy is so tight, and your tits… fuck, they’re perfect.”
“Have… ugh, mmmm fuck, have a better view,” I said in between moans as I pulled off my nightie over my head and threw it to the floor. I twerked my ass faster his cock firing in and out of me like pistons on some generator. He was my fuel to keep me going.
“Do you like this, my sweet brother?” I asked, my voice husky with desire as I looked down at him, our bodies joined in the most intimate way possible. “Do you like the way I’m fucking you? The way ugh, mmmm, the way my hairless pussy slams down to the base of your cock.”
His only response was a deep, guttural moan as I ground my hips against him, our bodies moving in perfect harmony. I could feel his fingers digging into my skin, leaving marks that would linger long after our passionate encounter.
“Fuck, Sarah, you’re so fucking hot,” he gasped, his eyes glazed with pleasure. “Ride me harder, baby. I’m so close.”
I took his cue, moving faster and harder against him, my pussy gripping him tightly. He felt so good in my wet cunt. I could feel the tension building inside me, my body tensing as I approached the edge.
The sound of my pussy slapping against him as I rode and rode his cock felt like a steal rod, just harpooning my dirty pussy.
“Now my turn,” he said as he hugged me tightly, my tits squished against his chest as he rolled us over. He was still inside me, and I was now on my back.
“Now it’s hammer time,” he said as he made me laugh, adding, “Oh, I am serious, Sarah, so if I were you, you better hold on to me as tight as you can. Because I am going to hammer, pound the fucking shit out of you.”
Oh, his words shuddered through me and turned me on omg I quickly clung to him wrapping my legs around his waist. OH FUCK, he wasn’t lying. Holy shit, he went full-on rough fucking pounding my poor cunt.
His thrusts become more intense, each one driving deeper inside me, filling me and making me gasp with pleasure. I can feel every inch of him, the veins on his cock throbbing against my inner walls, the head of his shaft rubbing against my G-spot with each stroke.
“You like that, huh Sarah, I am going to go full-on fucking you. Hold on again, Unnnngh,” he grunted deep and fuck, and the bed shook.
“Ugh, Ugh, Ja… omg uggggggggh, mmmmmm, yes, yes fuck me dirty fu… fucker,” omg his dick was destroying my pussy, and it felt soooo fucking good.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed through the room, and I could feel the tension building inside me with every stroke. I held onto him as tightly as I could, my legs wrapped around his waist as he drove into me with wild abandon.
I could feel the pleasure building inside me, my orgasm growing closer with each thrust. I moaned loudly, my voice mingling with James’s as he quickened his pace. Sweat dripped from our bodies, mixing as we moved in unison.
James’s thrusts became more intense, and I could feel myself losing control. “Oh… Mmmm… MY FUCKING PUSSY,” my head was in a daze, and I bit my lip as my pussy started to convulse around his shaft. He didn’t give a shit as he pounded his cock into me with a brutal slamming.
As James continued to fuck me with a fierce intensity, I could feel myself spiralling towards an explosive release. My entire body trembled with pleasure, my moans growing louder and more desperate as he drove into me harder and faster. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as I rode the wave of ecstasy building inside me.
Suddenly, I felt a rush of warmth spreading through me, a tidal wave of pleasure that threatened to consume me. I screamed as my orgasm hit, my pussy convulsing around James’s cock as I squirted all over him. The feeling was indescribable, a euphoria that made every nerve ending in my body sing with delight.
James didn’t stop, his thrusts becoming even more intense as he chased his release. I could feel him swell inside me, his hips bucking wildly as he reached his climax. With a guttural groan, he buried himself deep inside me, his cock pulsating as he spilt his seed.
We lay there, spent and breathless, our bodies glistening with sweat. I could feel the aftershocks of my orgasm still pulsing through me, my pussy still gripping James’s cock as if it didn’t want to let go. I looked up at him, my eyes heavy with satisfaction. “That was… so fucking intense,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.
“Damn Sarah,” James said as he tried to get his breath back, “I have fucked a lot of pussy, and to be truthful, yours is the best. I’m not sure why, maybe because your sister adds the intensity to it.”
As I lay there, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of my intense orgasm, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction and contentment. It had been a long time since I had felt so connected to someone, so alive and full of passion.
James looked down at me, his eyes soft and warm. “You’re amazing, Sarah,” he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on my sweat-dampened skin. “I’ve missed you so much.”
I smiled up at him, feeling a lump form in my throat. “I’ve missed you too, James,” I confessed. “It’s been so hard without you here.”
He nodded, his expression serious. “I know it has. But we’re here now and can make up for lost time.”
I felt a flutter of excitement in my chest. “Yes, we can,” I agreed, wrapping my arms around his neck. “Let’s not waste any more time.”
James smiled down at me, his eyes shining with happiness and desire. “I like the way you think, Sarah,” he murmured before leaning down to capture my lips in a passionate kiss.
As we kissed, I could feel the heat building up again. It was as if we had reignited a fire that had been burning for far too long, and I couldn’t wait to see where it would take us.
James’s hands began to explore my body once again, his touch sending shivers of pleasure coursing through me. I responded in kind, my hands roaming over his muscular back and chest.
Let’s just say that night, we barely got any sleep, and the following day we were so damn tired.