Desperate Times 2

Desperate Times 2
by RachaelDMM

Tyler’s bedroom door was open. Kylee paused and considered that fact. Whenever he was in his room he usually closed the door. Leaving it open was practically inviting her in. She moved closer, trying to be quiet for some reason. She would never be doing this if it wasn’t for being in lock-down for so long. Something about it made her bolder, less inhibited, antsy for something to happen…or to make something happen. She peeked into his bedroom, excitement spiking inside her. Was she hoping to catch him doing something? Something dirty?

He was doing arm curls with his stupid dumbbell set. Shorts, no shirt, bare feet, sweaty. How was it possible that she was turned on by any of this? It was her brother, for fuck sake. She wanted to stop looking, to stop feeling the way she was feeling, but she couldn’t. When he spotted her lingering outside his room, he smiled. That was different. Normally he would have barked at her to go away.

Kylee ventured closer, then slipped into his room, not knowing what to say or how to explain why she was there. The way he looked at her should have creeped her out, but it only turned her on more.

“After you left yesterday, I took your advice,” he said.

“Advice?”

“I jerked off just using my imagination.”

“Oh…okay…good…”

Tyler put the dumbbell down and considered his next words carefully. “I had a fantasy…about you.”

“Me?” Kylee felt a strange sensation in her tummy, like she was suddenly falling. She knew she should be disgusted, but wanted to hear more. “Like what?”

“Like you playing with my cock, rubbing it, giving me a handjob.”

“Oh…” Her hand tightened into a fist without thinking about it, as if it was gripping something.

“Yeah…it was hot,” he said, keeping his voice low so no one else could overhear. “You were naked, and let me play with your tits while you jerked me off.”

The idea of “letting” her brother do anything like that with her was both frightening and enticing in equal measures.

“What else?” she asked despite herself. There was an ache in her pussy that she’d only felt for Owen, her boyfriend, before. This wasn’t normal at all.

“You spread your legs for me, and begged me to finger your pussy.”

“Yeah, right, like I’d have to even beg you for that.” While true, it wasn’t what she should have said. She should be denying she’d ever let anything even close to that happen.

“It was my fantasy, and so you did. You begged me to fuck you, but I didn’t. I finger fucked your pussy and made you come. Then I came and blew my load all over you.”

Kylee flinched at that. Maybe she wanted to see him come, but she didn’t want it to get all over her.

“That’s when I came for real. Felt great. Thanks for the help.”

Kylee was fighting to control a mix of emotions. There was a kind of horniness that she’d never felt before, and certain degree of shame for being so turned on by what she’d heard, and a residual revulsion that her normal self was telling her she should be feeling but wasn’t.

Tyler stood up, and it was super obvious he had a boner in his shorts. Her eyes were locked on it, and her brother knew it.

“You like that?” When she didn’t answer and just kept staring, he went on. “Want to see it?”

“No…” she answered even a she nodded her head.

He pulled his cock out and brandished it boldly for her to see. She should have run, or at least she should have stopped looking. But there it was, her brother’s hard cock, and she could look all she wanted. She’d caught glimpses of Owen’s dick a few times before, but she was always too embarrassed to take a good look at it. For some reason those feelings of embarrassment weren’t there for her in that moment.

“I don’t…you shouldn’t…” it was no use. She couldn’t muster any amount of resistance that would be the least bit convincing. “It’s nice,” she admitted. “Nice…and big…” Kylee stepped forward, closing the distance between herself and her brother’s erection. She was fascinated by it.

“I knew you’d like it,” he said. The teasing lewdness had left his voice, replaced by a genuine tone of affection. “You want to…touch it?”

Kylee shook her head no once again, but sank to her knees in a kind of surrender, never taking her eyes off the lurid object of her desire. Her brother stepped closer, his cock hovering only inches in front of her face.

Slowly, and without fully realizing she was doing it, Kylee’s hands went to his swollen member. One gingerly cupped his hairy balls, while the other wrapped around his shaft. Tyler let out a small noise of surprise that she had actually taken his cock in her grasp. This was beyond anything he thought could actually happen.

“That feels good,” he told his sister with all honesty.

“Yeah?” Kylee responded dreamily. “I think so, too.” She experimentally stroked his shaft a few times, feeling the thin skin of his cock slide over top of the inner hardness. It seemed almost magical to her. His balls were warm and soft in her palm, and she massaged them gently with her fingertips. All the while she was inspecting it with captivated wonder. Some girls had said boys’ dicks were ugly, but she thought they were beautiful…at least her brother’s cock was.

Tyler leaned forward and closed his door all the way. This brought his cock closer to her face…close enough for her to kiss it if she wanted. Before she could make up her mind he stood up straight and the opportunity had passed. Or had it? She leaned in and kissed the tip. It didn’t seem unreasonable any longer to want to suck a cock. The little hole where pee comes out was right there staring her in the eye, and all she could think of was licking it. That should have been the last thing she wanted, but then that was also the place where the cum squirts out from. That somehow made it okay to want to lick it there.

“You want to suck it?” Tyler asked hopefully.

“No,” Kylee lied. “Maybe later,” she conceded, much to her surprise.

“Want to jerk me off?”

“No,” she repeated reflexively. Then, after a moment’s hesitation, she began stroking him. Lightly at first, then with purpose. “Like this?” she asked, not so much because she didn’t know how to give a handjob, but to see if that’s how her brother wanted it.

“Just like that,” he said in about the sexiest voice Kylee had ever heard.

“Tell me when you’re going to come,” she insisted. “I don’t want to get your stuff on my clothes.”

“Then take your shirt off.”

“But…what if Mom comes in?”

“So if she catches you with my dick in your hand she won’t know what’s going on, but if your tits are hanging out she’ll know what we’re doing?”

It did seem silly. And, for some reason, she kind of wanted her brother to see her tits. There was also something about hearing him say “what we’re doing.” It wasn’t just her, they were in this together. That made it less scary. She lifted her shirt and pulled it off. Then quickly undid her bra and let it drop away. It was hard to breathe at first, but when she saw the way his face lit up it became easier.

“You like them?” It was her turn to make him say what he was thinking.

“They’re about the same size as Vanessa’s, but your nipples are different. They’re smoother or bigger around or something.” He reached out and ran a thumb over one of her nipples without bothering to ask for permission. Her instinct was to pull away, but he was done before she could. And then she was glad she hadn’t. It felt nice. Owen was always too rough when it came to feeling her up. Her brother’s touch was just right.

“So, you like mine better?” Kylee tried to make it sound like she was only joking, but she desperately wanted his approval.

It took him a little while to answer. “Actually…yeah. Yours are better.” He reached out for her again. This time she moved toward his touch. His fingers explored the modest swell of her breasts, tracing the slight contours, finding their way to her sensitive nipples, playing around the boundaries of each of her areolas, then drifting gently over the nubs of each nipple. She instantly felt the absence when he withdrew his hand. “I can touch yours, I can only look at Vanessa’s.”

It wasn’t much, but she would take it. “It feels good…the way you touch them…” Was she admitting too much? Was she embarrassing herself? It was too much to think about all at once, especially while she was holding her big brother’s cock in her hand. She returned her attention to this impossible reality and gripped him tighter, stroking the way she guessed he would want it.

“Yeah…” he sighed, “that feels good. You really know how to handle a set of balls.”

Kylee had to stifle a self-conscious giggle. “I never did it before.”

“Never played with your boyfriend’s nuts? That guy doesn’t know what he’s missing. You’re a natural.”

His praise caused a tingle to race through her body and end up between her legs. Her pussy clenched, desperate for something to fill it. “Thanks,” she chirped, not knowing what else to say. “Are you going to come soon?”

“Keep going…yeah…a little faster…”

Kylee was afraid, but did as he said and pumped his cock quicker. She was afraid of their mom catching her doing this awful thing. She was afraid that her brother was about to shoot his sperm. She was afraid of what he would expect from her after that. She was afraid she would like it more than she should and do whatever he wanted. Tyler began grunting through clenched teeth. She should have let go and run to her room, but instead she gripped his balls tight and jerked him even harder. Seconds later it happened.

The first spurt came as a shock, even though she was expecting it. It splashed against her chin and neck. It was warm and the smell was strong, something she hadn’t noticed when she’d made her boyfriend come. Her brother tensed and another huge spurt fired out of his cock. This one she managed to direct lower. It hit her in the middle of the chest and immediately began seeping down toward her belly. In rapid succession, the next several squirts ended up on her tits, one squirt landing directly on a nipple. She was overwhelmed with feelings of accomplishment – she’d actually made her brother come – and an intoxicating sexual rush. She was as close to having an orgasm as she’d ever come without touching herself. It felt amazing.

“Fuck, yeah…” Tyler wheezed as his sister milked out the last of his cum from his cock. He took command of his dick and touched the head to Kylee’s smooth nip. She didn’t shy away. He lazily smeared his jizz all around it, then expanded his circling swabs out to the rest of her tit. As long as she was into it, he did the same with the other, and she let him. After that he had the confidence to push the envelope. He held his cock up to her, inches from her lips, and gave it a wiggle. For a moment it looked like she was going to go for it, but then turned her face away.

“Okay, but what about me?” Kylee said, her voice sounding like when she was a little girl.

“What about you?” Tyler wondered, truly not picking up on what she was talking about while in his blissful haze.

“You said if I gave you a handjob, that you would give me one.”

He didn’t remember saying exactly that, but it didn’t matter. “Stand up and pull your pants down,” he said somewhat abruptly.

Kylee wasn’t worried about romance or subtlety at this point – she was horny as fuck and was willing to put up with just about anything to get what she needed. She stood and pulled down her pajama bottoms.

“Your panties, too.” When she didn’t comply right away, he insisted, “Pull them down.”

“Can’t you just go around the side?” That was how Owen usually did it.

“No, take them off. I want to see your pussy. Pull down your panties and show me your pussy.”

All the years of her being shy about her body, and not letting anyone see her naked, battled against her intense need for sexual relief. The sensation of her brother’s cum running down her neck reminded her of how far she’d already gone. No point in holding back now. She pulled down her panties, exposing herself to her brother’s leering eyes.

Tyler took stock of his sister’s wispy patch of fur down there. Lighter than Vanessa’s, but much more enticing. She stepped forward, and after a moment’s hesitation, he cupped his hand over her vulva, feeling her moist heat immediately. His sister let out a whimper, and swayed slightly.

“You want this?” he asked, leaning to her ear.

“Yes,” she rasped.

He worked his middle finger into her soft crease.

“You want me to finger fuck you?”

“Yes…please…”

He slipped his finger into her wetness.

“You want me to make you come?”

“Fuck…yes…” She swayed again, grabbing onto him for support.

“Beg me.”

Kylee knew what he was doing – trying to make his fantasy a reality. She hated to give in to him, but at the same time there was no way she could walk away from this opportunity. She’d been fingered by boys before, but this was her brother. This would be special.

“Do it,” she said with a plaintive edge. “I want it. Please…touch my pussy…put your fingers inside me…fuck me…please…I need it…”

Slowly, he began to move his finger inside her, exploring, probing, seeking. Her walls tightened. He pressed the heel of his hand against the stiffness of her little clit. A sense of just how wrong what he was doing washed over him. He was taking advantage of his little sister. Yes, she wanted it. But she was horny out of her mind. He should know better. He should be able to control himself. Kylee raked her fingers down his chest, her nails leaving faint trails on his skin.

“Yes…oh God, yes…” she murmured, her teeth biting lightly into his shoulder.

He’d gone too far to turn back. To deny her now would be cruel. He had to follow through and deal with everything else later. He needed to make his sister come. He wanted to make her come.
“You like that?” he prompted, going deeper inside her.

“Yessss…” she answered in a soft hiss. “I can’t believe I’m letting you do this…”

“You’re not letting me…you want it. You begged me for it. You wish it was my cock instead of my finger, don’t you?”

Kylee couldn’t think straight. “No…I…it’s just that…oh, fuck…there…yes…right there…fuck me…”

Her fumbling response was mostly incoherent, but Tyler knew what she really wanted even if she wasn’t ready to admit it to herself yet. That was fine, he was willing to wait for her to accept it. He added another finger and plunged them both into her at once. Kylee leaned against him, and he felt the points of her stiff nipples against the flesh of his bare chest. It was a small thing, but it drove him crazy. Who would have guessed his little sister could have this kind of effect on him?

“I’m going to come,” she gasped in an almost apologetic way. “You’re going to make me come.” That time she made it sound like it was all his fault. And, in a way, it sort of was. He kept his pace steady, resisting the instinct to go faster. He knew that worked for guys, but wasn’t always the right thing to do when it came to girls. He did his reading even if he didn’t have all that much experience with real girls. He moved his fingers deliberately, concentrating on the places that made her let out those little moans she was trying to hold back. She didn’t want their mother to hear, but she couldn’t entirely help herself.

“Go ahead, Kylee. Come for me,” Tyler encouraged her, letting her know it was okay to let herself go. “Don’t hold back, just come…”

Hearing his words helped. She stopped resisting and gave in to the sensations her brother’s fingers were evoking inside of her. It was nothing like when she did it herself. There was something about having something foreign inside her, something that was other, something she had no control over. Her brother was finger fucking her. He was touching her pussy. Not just touching it, but inside of it. Inside her pussy…rubbing her most sensitive places…violating her in a way that was so wrong…in a way that she should never allow…giving him a handjob was one thing, but he was inside of her. That thought sparked something. Inside of her. Inside her pussy. His fingers were in her pussy. Fucking her. Making her feel good. Making her come…

Kylee’s body spasmed. Tyler held her up as her legs went weak. She clamped her jaw tight, afraid she was going to scream. The ecstasy blossomed slowly, as though it was afraid to reveal itself all at once. Her eyes closed and her head lolled back. It was as close to a swoon as she’d ever experienced.

“That’s right,” her brother whispered, his warm breath caressing her throat. “Go with it. Let it out.”

Her orgasm finally hit her with the full force of its power. It wasn’t like any she’d had before. It wasn’t just her clit, or her vagina, or her nipples, it was everywhere. Her whole body was alive with pleasure. And it wasn’t just that she was being touched down there, it was who she was being touched by. The filthy thoughts in her mind intensified the physical feelings expanding through her. It was her brother. Her own brother. His fingers. His body. The smell of his sweat. The touch of his skin. His forbidden desire for her. His fingers…wet with her juices. His hard cock. Naked. Pressing against her hip. So close…only inches from being inside of her…filling her…satisfying her need…

Several more spasms rocked her body. Nothing more than a few stifled squeaks escaped. She held her breath and rode out another wave of pure delight, then one more. It was like a new world had opened up to her. A world of pleasure that she didn’t know existed…didn’t know could exist.

She grabbed her brother’s wrist when she sensed he was about to pull his fingers out. She held him there, squeezing her inner muscles, holding him tight, wanting him to never leave her empty. He kept still, holding her close, not denying her what she wanted, giving her just what she needed. There was something special there in that moment. Something she’d never felt with her boyfriend. Yes, they’d fucked, but it wasn’t anything like this. It was only his fingers, but she felt closer to her brother than she had with any other person ever. It didn’t make sense, but she felt loved like she never had before. Felt like a woman instead of a girl. Felt like she understood sex in a way that would have been impossible before that moment.

“Okay,” she sighed, and released him. He slowly, agonizingly, withdrew his fingers and moved her to his bed where she sat down feebly. Tyler scooped up her shirt and handed it to her. She took it, but let it fall onto her lap; she wanted to feel his cum dripping down her chest a little longer. “That was really good,” she murmured, unable to find words that would match what she had felt.

“Cool…” Tyler was just as unsure about what he should say after what just happened.

Kylee couldn’t help but notice that his cock was still out of his shorts, and was as hard as when they started. She couldn’t take her eyes off of it. She had no doubt that one day, maybe soon, she was going to fuck that thing of his. No doubt.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” Kylee said somewhat regretfully.

“No, but we did,” Tyler stated the obvious. “I’m not sorry, though. I’m glad it happened.”

Kylee got tingles all over hearing that. It’s exactly what she wanted to hear.

“I’m glad, too,” she echoed. “But we shouldn’t let it happen again.”

There was a stretch of silence between the chagrinned siblings.

“We shouldn’t…” Tyler agreed. “But if you ever want to, then…well…”

Kylee nodded, knowing what he was going to say without needing to hear the words. Anything they said now wouldn’t mean anything. She grabbed one of his t-shirts from his bed and dabbed away the semen that had streaked her tits and belly. She gave the shirt a long sniff before tossing it aside and putting on her own shirt. Her nipples were still hard and poking up very noticeably from beneath the fabric. Tyler stared as he tucked his penis away, his hard-on only becoming more obvious within his shorts.

Kylee stood, went to her brother, rose up on her toes and kissed him on the lips. He kissed her back. When they separated, each was as surprised as the other. It wasn’t gross, like Kylee would have imagined, and it wasn’t creepy like Tyler would have expected. It felt good…it felt right.

They took one more look at each other, neither wanting to lose what they were feeling in that moment.

“See you later,” Kylee said softly.

Tyler nodded. “See ya.”

Kylee’s hand dropped down and gripped his cock through his shorts. She held him for a few seconds, then, as if she was giving him a parting handshake, pumped it up and down a few times and left his room.

Brother and sister spent the rest of the morning masturbating – each alone in their own bedroom, reliving what had just happened between them, and fantasizing about what might happen next.

Meanwhile, their mom was left to wonder why the kids were so quiet and well-behaved that morning.

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