My Summer Back Home – by Charles Grey

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home. Author: Charles Grey. My first story written in first person from the woman’s view. Another story that was way longer than anticipated. The story is including of Fiction, Anal, Ass to mouth, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cum Swallowing, Erotica, First Time, Incest, Teen Male / Female, Virginity genres.

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 1

Author: Charles Grey

To start off I need to say that despite my strong carnal urges I never expected this. Since I found out what sex is I’ve been having it, enjoying it probably more than I should. But like I said, I never expected to find such a pleasure turned euphoria from a cock that belonged to my brother.

I’m 21, full figured, kind of tall at 5’8”, with a 38DD chest and a plump that ass that has been said to mesmerize even the gays. And it has. My brother was a stocky kid, even as a child. He grew to be an average “not-exactly-a-jock-not-exactly-a-nerd” teenager. He was three years younger than me, just recently turned 18. Both my mom and dad lived with us, well, that was before I went off to a university about an hour away from home.

I wouldn’t have to worry about my parents finding out about my every sexual conquest, which put most of the boys on the football team to shame. They were a fairly happy couple, hardly argued, but always found the time for each other. They enjoyed spending their nights out at some restaurant. Sometimes they got hotel rooms to relive young fantasies.

Something I did not care to know as my mother painfully explained the credit card charge on her bill. I was just worried that they might see me on my own sex escapades. Hotel rooms were the perfect for one night stands that were more exciting than I initially thought. My first threesome was in a hotel room, my first lesbian experience. I found pleasure wherever it was had and I loved it. Again I never thought my more than average younger brother would satisfy me on every level. It was truly an accident, but one I’m so happy was made.

It started the summer after my freshmen year. I had come home for the following months, hopefully keeping in touch with those who casted the talent to keep up with me. Even though my mind raged with sexual hormones, I did feel homesick sometimes, and I was genuinely happy to be back home. Both my parents attacked me with their hugs, suffocating me before even entering the house.

“Jace come down and say hi to your sister!” My mom yelled.

Moments later I saw my brother for the first time in what felt like so long. He was shirtless and his hair was lightly damp, letting me know that he just showered. He came close to me. HIs body smelled like so many of the guys I’ve been with. The aroma of the typical bodywash brought me back to when I buried my nose in the shoulders of men who brought me to my climax. A part of me got excited. I was confused as to why, I shoved the thought away, chalking the arousion up to memories.

“Hey little brother,” I said as I held him tight to myself as a loving sister should.

I ruffled his black short cut hair, making him do this pouting face. The color of our hair was mutual, near jet black and straight. Most guys loved holding me by my hair, fucking me to the rhythm of their pulling. Jace’s bracelet got caught in my hair, yanking it as he pulled away. I almost moaned instinctively. I swallowed my sounds of pleasure and let out a fake groan of pain.

“Not even two seconds back home and already you hurt your sister.” Mom said, swatting at his shoulder in tepid fury.

I reached my hand out and got a fistfull of his short hair before pulling it. He winced in pain as he took it.

“There, now we’re even.” I said, leveling the playing field.

“So what do you want to do first now that you’re home for the summer?” My mother asked.

Honestly, at that moment, I just wanted to masturbate. I wanted to feel my smooth thighs and lightly graze the short muff that covered my more than occasionally wet pussy.

“I was thinking I can just settle in for now. You know get back to being ‘At home Julia,’ and out of ‘cramming all night’ Julia.” I lied.

The only thing I crammed was a hard cock down my throat. Which I did almost every night. Fredrick had the longest and thickest cock I had yet. I made it apparent that we were a thing, yet still available to other companionship, which neither of us had a problem with.

“Well we have all summer to go out. Sam, help your daughter bring in her things.” My mom commanded in that suave voice that hypnotized my father.

“Yes dear.” He said, annoyed that Jace isn’t the one helping.

I settled in pretty quickly.

After putting all my things away I quickly went to shower. It wasn’t anything like Sarah’s multiform shower head with a rapid pulse setting, but it gave me a moment to myself and treat myself to a nice welcome home orgasm. I grabbed my towel and underclothes and scampered away into the upstairs bathroom. I started the water and waited for it to get steamy. In the meantime I slowly undressed myself, watching myself in the mirror. Even I loved my body, I pined to touch it randomly. I’d brush my hand against my cunt, I’d give my nipples a quick pinch, especially if I wanted them hard to show off to some cute guy. I had completely disrobed myself, my panties in my hand. I smelled them, the drying juices of my pussy. I was so entranced that I didn’t hear Jace barge in.

“Holy fuck, Julia, I-I’m so sorry!” He shouted.

“Get out you fucking perv!” I screamed over the splashing water.

I saw that his headphones in his ears, which made since, him not hearing the water run. I immediately covered myself, watching him turn away and run. My slim arms were not enough to cover my whole chest. I know for a fact that my big and peach colored nipples stuck out, he must’ve seen them. I went to the door and locked it this time. I went back to feel that the water was nice and hot.

I stepped inside and let myself be lathered all over my curvy body. I rushed in cleaning my body and hair. Being so close to being able to touch myself with no worries made my pussy even wetter than it was in the shower. Finally done with washing away all the soap from my lovely soft light skin, I laid down in my tub. The water fell down in small droplets on my stomach and waist. I made this little pathway for the water with my hand, creating this cheap waterfall. I made it so the water would splash down right on my clit.

The hot temperature and soft pounding against my sensitive organ made me thrive a little in the tub. I could feel myself throb as i slipped my middle finger into my tight cunt. I tickled my g-spot, diving right into the pleasure of things. I craved a woman’s tongue at that moment. I slipped in my index finger, feeling my entrance tighten against my tiny fingers. Oh God, I missed feeling a beer can thick cock spread my slippery wet lips and splitting me in two. I shoved a third finger in me.

When Frederick fucked me I could feel his every inch in me, ripping me apart. My mind wandered back to his beach body and 7 inch rod. I remember the way my fingers wrapped around his shaft, my fingertips barely touching each other after wrapping myself around him. Another wave of pleasure crashed against my cervix, the feelings shooting out of the tips of my fingers and into my bed. I fingered myself faster, moaning as I remembered Sarah’s first time with a girl, me.

The way she was shy, yet tongued me with such talent. Her small tongue would dart inside me before licking the length of my pussy, sucking my blushing lips and clit into her hungry mouth. I would hold her head in place and grind against her stiff little wet tongue. I shoved my pinky in my sopping cunt, stretching myself, not nearly as much as Fredrick would. I started moaned, my other hand pinching my tits. My nipples would always get so sensitive after being abused a little. I was knuckle deep into my pussy, my mind flashing back to small tongues and thick, engorged, veiny cocks. I loved being on the pill, feeling them bust inside of me.

Bonus points for those who made me suck their cum from their cocks after making a mess of my pussy. It makes me shiver when they make me clean up. I could feel my hand starting to squeeze around my huge tits. I craned my head down and started licking my erect tits. I flicked my spongy tongue against myself while in my mouth, adding on to the flooding joy that I felt between my legs. I moaned with a mouthful of my chest, naturally forcing my fingers to fuck my twat faster. I could feel it, the big rush of an orgasm.

My body was starting to go on without me, my muscles tightening, my hand moving faster and faster. I bit down on my succulent breast, keeping myself from shouting to the rooftops about how good my pussy feels. My thumb on its own starting rubbing my little throbbing clit. My cum shot out of me, wetting my already drenched hand. Suddenly I thought about Jace and how maybe he was outside, trying to hear me cum. Then I realized I was thinking about Jace and how hard he would be if he was listening.

‘Why am I thinking about Jace?’ I questioned myself.

My thoughts were returned to my orgasm, the last of it peeking at its high point. My wrist was sore and the tiny drops of water that hit my clitty made me flinch in overwhelming pleasure. So much for getting clean.

Night had come and I had still yet to make a date that would end up in me being bent over some Chevy in the late night. I grabbed my phone, sending enticing messages to whatever guys I had saved in my contacts. I texted Freddie.

*There’s no way you can get a later flight??* I sent, hoping for good news.

I plopped myself on my bed, my hand rubbing itself against my exposed midriff, tugging at my waistband. I looked at my phone, filled with messages of disappointment, telling me they’re all leaving to go back home. My fingers slipped under my pajama pants. I softly rubbed my sensitive bundle of nerves. I jumped when I first grazed acrossed it, still feeling overly stimulated with every tiny brush. I wouldn’t mind a pair of lips wrapping themselves around my little clitty and start sucking until the hours passed. Their face would be dripping in my cum. Again I checked my phone.

*Sry. Family is waiting. At the airport already.* Freddie texted.

I felt more disappointment than I did pleasure. Maybe the mailman is some young stud who took on some shifts for the summer. It was hopeless. I decided that tonight I would sleep. It didn’t even feel worth it, touching myself. With some luck maybe tomorrow will bring me a guy. My desperateness tainted my mind. I started dreaming about Jace. At first he was hugging me, and I don’t know how but I ended up bent over his lap, his fingers between my thighs and his tongue skimming across my ass, occasionally dipping his tongue into my asshole. I woke up, startled and scared but so incredibly wet. I soaked through my pajama pants and had to change. I couldn’t sleep after that.

Jace was a runner. Every morning he’d go out for a jog, taking anywhere between an hour and two hours every morning, then jump in the shower. His routine hadn’t change, and they wouldn’t now. I walked downstairs, craving a bowl of cereal before hitting the town. Both mom and dad were off at work. They wouldn’t be home until 4:00PM. Just like clockwork.

“Hey Jace.” I said, forgetting the incident yesterday.

“Hey Jules,” He said after awkwardly gawking at me.

I had settled into basketball shorts and a shirt that barely covered anything. It was like I wasn’t even thinking this morning. In a haze I had dropped the cereal box. I bent over to pick it up, groaning loudly at the fact I had to bend over. But I didn’t have to. I could have easily kneeled down to pick it up. Something in my mind told me to bend over. I could feel his eyes glancing over my way while he stretched. He couldn’t help it even if he was gay.

‘Ew why am I bending over for my brother.’ I realized.

I straightened up fast, trying to find out where my head was at.

“Why are you still here?” I spat.

A hurt, confused face washed over him.

“Go. Run.” I said, nearly trying to command him.

“I-is this about yesterday?” He asked, forcing me to think of his stare against my bare body.

“What? No, ew. Just leave already. And stop being such a fucking pervert. Find yourself a girlfriend, watch porn. Just stop trying to get off at looking at me.” I snapped, trying to convince myself of the same thing.

He began to turn red and really resentful.

“It wasn’t like that, I’m sorry.” He said before hurrying out the door.

Maybe I was too harsh on him. Maybe I was the one at fault for thinking such sick thoughts. I really need a distraction.

The house was still empty. Breakfast was long and over with and still it felt like time was dragging on forever. I went back upstairs, thinking that a nap might help pass the time if I wasn’t scared pale by way too imaginative nightmares. At the top I saw that Jace left his door open. His hamper was right next to his door. I noticed his shirt half thrown in. That was the shirt he slept in. Would it be so wrong? I mean, it would remind me of someone else, even if it was his.

“Fuck it.” I decided.

I grabbed his shirt and jumped into his bed. His scent mixed in with the smell of the typical man. I had no trouble slipping into my pants, the loose basketball shorts allowed me that quick easy access. It came as no surprise feeling how wet I was already. I was in for quite the hour.

Time no longer felt like forever. In fact it seemed to speed up along with the glee building in my cunt. It’s a good thing I hadn’t cummed yet. How else was I supposed to explain the mess? Ugh, I had to stop myself against my desires. Just a few more seconds of the ol’ in and out and I would have become a human fountain.

I got up, nearly tripping over my shorts were wrapped around my ankles. I quickly remade the bed and threw his shirt back into the hamper. I exited his room, my legs buckling and causing me to lean against the cool wood. I rubbed my lips with my wet fingers. I opened up to see a sticky mess, strains of my own fluid stretch across each of my spread fingers.

It was instinct to lick them. I usually lick them off of someone else’s fingers, but the frequent desire to be dirty came every so often when I played with myself. I had to get myself together before Jace got home. I couldn’t gauge myself on how trampy I seemed. My head was still stuck in college, writing down chemistry notes while rubbing the lap of the geeky kid next to me. This isn’t helping. Neither was hearing the front door open. I put on my sleepy face and stumbled down the steps.

“You’re back already?” I asked, as if I hadn’t spent the last 60 minutes worrying about time.

“I had to come back sooner or later.” He said, doing his after jog stretches.

I started to notice my little brother and his body. The way his legs were completely toned, how his arms showed signs of muscle, his torso was still just slim. Though having him wipe his face with the bottom of his shirt, leaving him to be just a body, it left me to realize that if that body had belonged to someone else, they would have opened their eyes to see me on my knees in front of them.

“You smell.” I said, trying to push away any and all sexual thoughts.

“Well that’s usually what happens when you go running for about an hour.” He said with his smart ass voice.

I needed to leave. I walked away and escaped into my room. I had changed into something proactive, slipped some condoms into my purse and made my way towards the door.

“Hey Julia,” Jace went, catching me as I passed by the kitchen.

I turned my head, not really wanting to stop.

“Did you sleep all day?” He asked. I didn’t really feel like telling my younger brother that I spent the morning getting further acquainted with my fingers.

“Yeah I did. Why?” I pretended to wonder.

“Just asking.” He said, removing himself from sight.

With that did and done I walked out, wondering where the seediest man could be found.

I found this rocknroll bar. I went all over town to find the perfect place where there would be a man waiting to meet me. I walked in and already I got excited.

“Perfect.” I said to myself, looking at all the candidates.

I made my way towards the bar. There was a guy, mid 20’s, lonely, spaced out on whatever game was playing.

“What’s got you feeling so down?” I asked, scooting my chair closer to his.

He turned my way, giving me that quick up and down look.

I couldn’t remember for the life of me of how we got into the men’s bathroom. One moment I was checking him out at the bar, the next he had his hands on my face, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I didn’t mind it. In fact I wanted more of him in my mouth. I fumbled around his waistband, tugging at it. Gladly he understood. One of his hands slide down my face, over my neck, atop of my breast, squeezing them quickly, above my stomach and finally onto his belt. He grabbed my hand, putting it on his cock.

It was a well sized thick member, sizing in at around six inches. I’ve had plenty of fun with six inches. I giggled at his touch, making him twitch. Without thinking I kneeled down in front of him. My eyes shot upward, seeing him already throw his head back. The tip of his cock entered my mouth, pursing my lips around his sensitive rod. I flicked my tongue over the hole, shooting a wave of pleasure into his body. It intensified as I promptly slid more of his dick into my mouth. Lucky for me, he pulled out everything he could. While my throat was being used I took the moment to stick out my tongue and drag it against his balls.

“Oh fuck that’s good,” He moaned.

His hands were on my head, softly moving with the sway of my head.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum, ohhhhhhh.” He went on, surprisingly.

There wasn’t much of a warning. My inner whore kicked in and slipped him out of my mouth. I stuck my tongue out, mouth wide open, and offered my hole to his cum. My hands picked up speed, jerking him vigorously. Like a gun he shot of lines and lines of cum into me, some of it on me. My top lip was certainly drenched, my cheeks slightly topped with sperm. Best of all, his thick man juice filled up my mouth indefinitely. He looked down on me, my finger wiping all the extra cum into my smiling mouth. He smiled too, even more so when he saw me swallow his entire load.

“So what do I call you?” I asked curiously.

This slutty bathroom encounter would for sure wander into my mind one night.

“Jace.” He said.

My heart fluttered, or dropped, or twisted.

“No kidding.” I mentioned. I could see I had his interest now.

“Were you thinking about someone else?” He questioned, kind of jealous.

Was I thinking of Jace? Was I turned on to begin with or did hearing his name make me this wet? For the life of me I couldn’t answer those questions. What I did know was that I had a potential fuck waiting for me if I played my cards right.

“Maybe. Does that make you mad? Does it upset you that I was thinking of some other cock cumming down my throat?” I egged on.

I can see the dirty talk made his cock twitch. He started turning red, unsure of what to do. He grabbed me by the hair, shoving my face on his cock. My spit that coated him was getting rubbed all against my face. The dirtiness turned me on.

“Am I upsetting you? I didn’t mean to call you a boring time, it’s just you haven’t showed me a good time.” I said, my moving lips gliding against his cock.

“Shut up and start sucking me.” He commanded of me.

“Oh so demanding. I think I struck a nerve.” I laughed.

He took advantage of the moment. I continued to laugh even as he pulled my hair. He silenced me by shoving his half hard cock into my mouth. My moans sent shivers throughout his body. I could tell he was trying so hard. I sucked hard, knowing his sensitive cock could barely handle the stimulation. I looked up at him, almost challenging him. He saw me try to make a mockery of him. He responded with force, shoving his hardening dick down my throat. It wasn’t long before his entire member was engorged and ready for a fucking. Once hard he stopped holding onto my head and slid his cock from out of my mouth. I was gasping for air, his thrusts weren’t exactly helping me breathe. By my hair, he pulled me back to my feet, forcing me to turn around and have him towards my back.

“What are you gonna do now? Fuck me senseless in a bathroom stall. Nothing new.” I teased, raising my hips and rubbing his cock with my nice round ass.

I suddenly felt his fingers rubbing my cunt. He didn’t stop until his digits were dripping. After so, he ran his fingers down my cunt and up between my spankable cheeks. He made it so all of my ass was as wet as my pussy.

“Go ahead and get it over with, I have 5 minutes to kill.” I egged.

I turned my head to see the anger rise in him. I kept testing him and he could tell what I was doing. I imagined feeling his decent sized cock ram into my pussy, having him fill the void that’s been haunting me ever since the night before I left for home. His cockhead rubbed up and down my lower body, from my clit to on top of my ass. As I was about to make another smartass comment, he shoved his rock hard cock into me. I was shocked, surprised, I yelled out as I felt him split me. I made him so angry and jealous and inferior. He reacted to what I threw his way, and his retaliation was to shove his entire cock up my ass in one thrust.

“Oh fuck, fuck I wasn’t expecting that.” I admitted.

He grabbed me by the hair, reeling me back like some fishing pole.
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