The house to ourselves getting drunk with my brother

Fictional story both characters are over the age of 18 years old.

The moment our parents hit the road for their weekend getaway, my brother Dale and I were all about having the house to ourselves. We’re totally into these moments, and this time was no exception. We thought, “Why not have a bit of fun?” and dipped into the liquor cabinet for some drinks. After a week packed with college and our parents hovering over us, we felt like we earned a little celebration.

The evening kicked off with just a couple of easygoing drinks, but as hours slipped by, we definitely let loose. I could sense the buzz of the alcohol making my head spin, giving me this dizzy, uninhibited feeling. Dale, though, started getting a bit too hands-on. He’d sling his arm around me, cracking these risqué jokes that usually had me cracking up, but this time, it just didn’t sit right with me; it felt a bit off.

I told him to stop, that it was disgusting and he was my brother. But the more I drank, the more I found myself getting turned on by his words. I tried to push those thoughts away, but they kept coming back, making me feel guilty and ashamed.

As the night went on, we stumbled into his room, giggling like little kids. He put on some music and we started dancing, our bodies swaying to the beat. I could feel his hands on my hips, pulling me closer to him. And then, without warning, he pressed his lips against mine.

At first, I was shocked and pulled away, but then I couldn’t resist him anymore. I kissed him back, our tongues dancing in unison. Our hands were exploring each other’s bodies, and I could feel his hard erection pressing against me. I knew this was wrong, but I couldn’t stop myself.

He picked me up and carried me to his bed, laying me down gently. He climbed on top of me, his lips trailing down my neck and towards my breasts. I moaned as he sucked on my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel his hand sliding down my body, towards my panties. He slipped his fingers inside and I gasped at the sensation.

“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his voice deep with desire.

“We really doing this, I can’t believe we are doing this,” I was shocked at how fast things were going and we were about to have sex.

I couldn’t believe what was happening, but I didn’t want it to stop. I needed him, I needed him inside me. He unzipped his pants and pulled them down, revealing his hard cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off it, it was bigger and thicker than any other guy I had been with. I spread my legs apart, inviting him in.

He positioned himself at my entrance, teasing me by rubbing the head of his cock against my already dripping pussy. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter, my pussy begging for him to enter me. And then, pushed his cock into me and slid right inside with a thrust, he was inside me.

I screamed in pleasure as he filled me up, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. He started moving slowly, pulling out almost completely before slamming back in. I could feel his cock hitting my G-spot, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes mmmmm, fuck,” I moaned, my hips bucking against him.

He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I could feel my orgasm building, and I knew I was close. He reached down and started rubbing my clit, sending me over the edge. I cried out as my orgasm washed over me, my pussy clenching around his cock.

As he changed positions, I could feel the intensity of his touch. He tightly held the back of my thighs, pinning my legs down over each of my shoulders so he could get deeper inside me. I could sense the power he held over me, and it thrilled me to no end. “Hold on tight,” he whispered, his voice dripping with lust.

With a deep breath, he slid back inside my drenched pussy, and a moan escaped my lips. His throbbing shaft filled me completely, stretching my pussy. Every one of his powerful thrusts sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My pussy eagerly welcomed him, my folds hugging his thick, veiny cock as he hammered my poor, desperate cunt.

The room echoed with the sound of our passionate connection. The bed squeaked and rocked beneath us, a symphony of pleasure and desire. I lost myself in the rhythm, surrendering to the overwhelming sensations. My tits bounced around with each forceful thrust, adding to the intensity of the moment.

I could feel my body on the edge, teetering on the brink of ecstasy. Pleasure surged through me like a wildfire, driving me closer and closer to the edge. I wasn’t sure how much longer my pussy could take the relentless pounding it was receiving, but it craved more.

His balls slapped against my ass, the sound a symphony of desire. He leaned down, his lips grazing my ear, and whispered, “Can’t believe how tight your cunt is. You’re driving me wild.” His words sent shivers down my spine, pushing me closer to the edge.

I could feel his grip on my thighs tighten as he picked up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper and harder. The pleasure became almost unbearable, and I found myself lost in a haze of pure bliss. “Oh, oh, ohhh! I’m gonna explode! Give it to me, baby!” I cried out, my voice filled with desperation.

He obliged, his thrusts becoming even more powerful. I could feel the pressure building inside me, my pussy clenching around his cock. With a primal groan, he released his hot cum deep inside my dripping wet pussy. His deep grunts and groans filled the room as he emptied himself inside me.

As he pulled out his cock, my pussy leaked with his cum, a creamy reminder of what we had just done.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined and covered in a sheen of sweat. We lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and trying to process what had just happened.

“That was great, never thought I would ever be the one to give you a good fucking,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, it was, but oh fuck what have we done, it is so wrong,” I replied, a little embarrassed by my own response.

“I’ve always wanted to do that with you,” he admitted, turning to face me.

I looked at him, a mix of emotions running through me. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn’t deny how good it felt. And I knew that this was just the beginning of our taboo relationship.

We ended up spending the whole weekend in his room, exploring each other’s bodies and satisfying our deepest desires. We knew that once our parents came back, things would go back to normal and we would have to keep our secret hidden. But for those few days, we were in our own little world, and nothing else mattered.

And even though I knew it was wrong, I couldn’t help but crave more of my brother’s touch and his cock filling me up. Because when it came down to it, the pleasure was just too intense to resist.

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