My Summer Back Home – Chapter 3

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 3

Author: Charles Grey

“I have friends who have sex. They also don’t wash their sheets before I go over their house to hang out. It doesn’t take long for them to go on about how they fucked the living hell out of their girlfriends right before I came. Or so they say and make it seem like.” He went on to clarify.

This morning when he asked me if I slept all day, it was just him trying to figure out if I had been in his room or not. So far he hadn’t flipped out, in fact he seemed happy at the fact. It could always be at the fact that he was right and caught me in a lie. There is a chance that his smile is not from the image of my naked body in his bed. This was escalating quicker than I had expected.

I don’t really know what I expected. I just let things happen, without thought or concern for a plan. I either dug myself a hole in which I’d be labeled as some sort of freak, or everything was playing out in my favor. I could feel my heart pound. I didn’t say anything for awhile, my body resorting to drink to try to get away from the embarrassment. Then it came to me. That’s what we’ve been doing to each other. Embarrass one another. I knew exactly what to do.

“So I masturbated on your bed. Big whoop. I do it all the time.” I said, trying to play it off.

He gave me a casual shrug, hiding away his smugness.

“Pick,” I said, hoping it’s dare this time.

Life worked in my favor.

“Dare.” He said, trying to win at this game.

He had no idea what I had in mind. This would definitely light a fire under them, pushing forward on her desires to be the one who beds him for his very first time. I kept quiet, letting the anticipation build within his mind. I bit my lip, cutting him a devious look. He tried not to look scared. We had been sitting down on the floor, abandoning our seats to get closer to the table where our drinks laid. I turned my body around, giving most of my back to Jace. I turned my head back to him, staring him down.

“I dare you to come here and take off my bra.” I dared him.

His smile faded away. His skin returned to the shy red he had moments before his little personal victory. He couldn’t believe what I had just asked him. Not only has he seen my tits and how perky and large they are, he’s never undone a bra before in his life. It was the perfect setup to get him to touch me and set the mood to be more sexual.

“No, that’s weird. I won’t do it.” He complained.

I gave him a fake pouty face, making my voice sound as innocent as I could.

“What’s wrong? You’re not man enough to take off a girl’s bra? Are you scared of doing it?” I teased.

I could see the lump in his throat form. I wanted to see if he had another lump somewhere on that body but I couldn’t see.

“No it’s not that,” He started.

“Then what is it Jace?” I cut in.

I sensed him trying to man up and do what he hasn’t done before. I wanted to be more careful and loving than this. I had imagined myself beside him on a bed. We would be kissing and then I would take off my bra and tell him it’s ok to do whatever he wanted to them. But I would have to settle for this. It aroused me.

“Fine,” He spat, “I’ll do it.”

“Don’t forget to take off my shirt first.” I added, giving him a wicked smile.

It added towards his anger. Slowly he moved his body closer to mine. The wait had made me get a little wetter than I already was. I was excited to feel his touch on me. I wanted the pleasure of having my bra removed from my body. Not to mention it would help with the blazing heat that I felt. Finally he had arrived right behind me. Even with his hands off my body I could feel him shake. He was nervous. It was kind of cute to me. I felt his fingertips grip the bottom of my shirt. Slowly he lifted the loose fabric up. I raised my hands in the air, helping him disrobe me of my shirt. After laying down the shirt beside me, I turned my head to see him. He was so close. I could see the sweat forming on his skin as he gave me an angry glare for making him do this.

“No pressure Jace.” I said, pushing him.

I suddenly felt his cold and clammy fingers on my back. He slipped his index finger under my bra and lifted it from my skin. I could feel him tug on it, trying to wrestle it free. Besides being seductively lacey, It also had a trick clasp. He struggled more and more as the seconds ticked away. I could hear him grunt under his breath. It turned me on knowing how manipulative and evil I was being. He finally freed a hook from its loop.

“Almost there,” I said, softly encouraging him.

My breasts were fumbling out of their place. The tugs and jerks of my bra made them jiggle. They felt more free as I felt the looseness of one of the hooks. Soon they would be free to move around under my tight shirt. I still haven’t found a legit reason to jump up and down. I wanted to display my lovelies any way I could. I love my breasts. And my ass. I love my whole body.

I was hoping that Jace would take a moment to look at me, to see the curviness of my midsection, the soft clearness of my back. My voluptuous tits hang from my chest. I almost wanted to tell him to make a move. Instead, he unhooked what remained of the tricky clasp. My bra fell from my chest, falling into my lap. I grabbed it and spun it around the air before letting it fly away somewhere in the house. Jace started to shuffle back to his seat, trying his hardest not to enjoy the events that art unfolding in front of him.

He didn’t want to enjoy the fact that he undid a bra which housed an amazing set of breasts. He swallowed his awkwardness down, chasing it with more alcohol. I crossed my arms across my chest, covering as much of my nipples as I could. I turned my body back around, facing my extremely red brother. I smiled as he tried to look away. His attempts were met with failure.

“Now you can say you’ve undone a bra.” I said.

I found my shirt. I put it back on, trying to remain a tease and cover the best bits of me.

“That’s not exactly how I pictured it going down.” He said, the nervousness shaking in his voice.

I went back to fannying myself with my shirt. It was revealing enough when I left it alone. But when I fanned it, enough was of it was being pulled to give a good look of my tits. I kept my eyes on him, trying to entice him. to get him to play along with this game. I tried pulling on my shirt harder. I pretended to close my eyes.

“I thought taking my bra off would help but I’m still so hot,” I moaned.

I threw my head back. I could imagine him craning his neck to get a better view of my bare chest. My big peachy nipples felt hard. I couldn’t exactly feel for myself while being subtle. Knowing how much they covered my actual breast, I knew Jace could see them. Maybe he was hard by now. Hopefully he was. Maybe his mind told his body that he wanted a female body so bad that it didn’t matter if it was his sister’s.

Now I had to think of a plan to take of my shorts. There’s only so much I can take off before having to outright say that I wanted to have sex with him. Maybe if he wasn’t a virgin. Maybe if he was experienced I would have been bent over this coffee table already. Not only did I have to seduce my brother, I had to seduce a virgin. My eyes were still closed, my mind picturing myself offer my body to his desires. I could feel his eyes on me, wishing a body like this didn’t belong to his big sister. I tried to make him feel more comfortable.

“It’s ok to look. I know you did yesterday when you walked in on me.” I mentioned.

“That was an accident. I told you so.” He defended quite quickly.

“Like you weren’t happy to see.” I tried.

He began stuttering, tripping on his syllables.

“I tried not to look. It was instinct to glance.” He added.

I smiled to myself, feeding off of the attention he gave my body. I was starting to leaving stains on my underwear. I just had to make him feel comfortable.

“That’s ok. I didn’t mean to yell at you so hard. My mind was back at college. I thought you were some frat boy. That’s why I yelled at you like I did.” I said, probably lied.

I continued to fan myself, keeping my eyes closed. Eye contact right now would probably scare him away. If this was to work I needed him to feel confident.

“So you wouldn’t of yelled at me if you knew it was me that walked in on you?” He questioned.

“No,” I started. “I probably would have stood there, wondering what you needed.” I finished.

“Bullshit, like you wouldn’t cover yourself or tell me to fuck off.” He said, trying to forget about the fact that his big sister practically said it was ok to look at her body.

“I probably wouldn’t. I mean you’re my brother. What do I have to hide? We’re family. We’ve taken baths together, well as kids. I mean shouldn’t I be able to come to you and ask you if I had big ugly nipples.” I took a chance.

I brought my eyes back to his face. His face hadn’t faded at all from the bright red he wore. I could see the sweat form around his eyebrows. After finishing my sentence I took a great big risk. I lifted my shirt and revealed myself to him. His immediate reaction, was to cover his eyes and try to use his hands to shield the view of my body.

“Don’t look away. I need to know if I have nice nipples or if they are a turn off. Who better to ask than my brother, a male I trust with seeing my body and trust to be honest with me.” I tried to convince.

I did a pretty good job at doing so. Perhaps it was the rushing alcohol in his blood, or the pleadingness in my voice, or the boner that he may or may not have had, but he returned his gaze back to me. They first met my eyes, shame filled his optics. Then, with acceptance, he looked down at my chest. The shirt was bunched up right below my neck, leaving the near entirety of my boobs open to be looked at.

“Well?” I egged on.

“Your nipples look fine, nice even. They aren’t a turn off.” He admitted, trying to get used to the idea of the very words he spoke.

I was happy, my face showing that obviously.

“If they aren’t a turn off, does that mean they turn you on?” I questioned, trying to move deeper.