My Summer Back Home – Chapter 6

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 6

Author: Charles Grey

A strong pounding filled my head. My mouth was incredibly dry and I had felt lost, not knowing where I was. Jace was lying down under me. I looked at him, observing his body, his naked body. Flashes of the night before suddenly littered my thoughts. I looked at the sheets under my ass. They were soaked. I almost got wet and the realization of remembering what happened. I woke Jace up.

“Fuck me my head is killing me.” He said, his eyes still closed.

I continued to shake him until he stirred awake. He stretched his arms and rubbed his eyes. That’s when he saw what I saw. We had fallen asleep together naked, presumably after a night of prohibited acts of sex with one another.

“We’re naked.” He pointed out, the memories have yet to come back to him.

“What do you remember yesterday?” I asked,

I prepared myself for the worst, that yesterday was just hormones drunk on whiskey and that he didn’t see me in the way I did. After feeling him inside of me, of feeling him grow to his full potential within my mouth, his talented tongue on my body, it wouldn’t be fair of the world to take him away after everything. His eyes were locked on me, but his mind was somewhere else, probably getting sick from the memories. He probably hated himself, he probably hated me. I didn’t want to lose him completely.

How could I have been so stupid to rely on alcohol to help me trick my brother into making love with me. My fears were catching up to my physical state. I could feel the sadness forming in my eyes, prepared to let loose the flood of tears after hearing my only brother label me as some sort of monster. He came back to reality, his eyes finding mine. Then it happened.

He kissed me. It felt like how I remembered. Then he kissed me again, deeper this time. His hands gripped me at my shoulders, holding me as he pressed his soft lips against mine, showing me that everything that was of yesterday was still right. He pulled away, keeping up his silent stare.

“We made love yesterday.” I blurted, trying to fill the void of quietness between us.

“We did.” Jace agreed. “Do you regret it?” He asked, taking me by surprised.

“What? No of course not. I want you still. Every slurred word I said then I still mean.” I explained.

“You mean it? Everything, every last little thing?” He questioned suddenly paranoid that his mind was somehow telling lies instead of reality.

I reached out for his hands, his soft hands that held my body against his own.

“Ask me to do anything right now and I will do it. If I have to prove everything again I will. Do you want me to go down on you, let you cum in my mouth like you did yesterday? Do you want me to fill myself up with your dick and ride you until I could hardly stay conscious?” I offered, totally intent on proving my desire again.

“I lost my virginity yesterday.” He said, still somewhere far off in his mind.

The idea was so crazy, so absurd. Seeing blurred images of his sister taking the length of his cock in her. Most people would chalk that up to some fucked up kind of wet dream. But I knew he felt it too. He was just scared of feeling it, scared that his mind had made a false reality and that in the real world he would be shunned for feeling the way he did.

But there was no false reality. Whatever he thought was true and I needed to convince him of that. I pushed him back onto the bed. I was already close to his waist, feasting my sober eyes on his morning wood. My fingers barely wrapped around it. Putting my relived fascination aside, dipped my head down to take the tip of his dick into my mouth. I sucked away at him, making him believe that he wasn’t alone in this situation. I gulped down as much as I could before leaving a stick mess between his dick and my mouth. I still looked at him with pleading eyes.

“Whatever is in your head, it’s true,” I went on explaining. “Remember what I said, It’s wrong to have these thoughts about each other, but I wanted them anyways. We said we’d keep this a secret. Don’t you still want me?” I questioned, on the verge of losing what I had just found not a full day ago.

“You’re not playing some sick joke on me?” He questioned, still paranoid.

“Jace I just sucked your dick, you really think I’d do that for a joke? I’ll do it again.” I said, dipping my head back down.

He stopped me, his eyes going from sad to enlightened.

“You really want this?” He asked again, needing more reassurance.

I scooted closer to him, taking his head in my hands and kissing him with as much emotion as I could.

“I want you Jace.” I said as clear as day.

He threw his hands around me, pulling me into a tight hug. I couldn’t help but hold him back. Everything was still true. He did want me. I was still his. Nothing has changed.

“What do we do now?” He asked, unsure of how to go about the days now, breaking up our hug.

I looked around, seeing wet messes and clothes tossed every which way. Oh fuck, Mom and Dad.

“We pretend like nothing happened yesterday,” I said, a pain shooting through me as I realized I couldn’t openly love him. “I need to get back in my room before Mom and Dad wake up. Switch out your sheets and wear your workout clothes, it’ll cover the smell of my cum on you.” I ordered.

I quickly gathered my clothes. I tossed them everywhere, not thinking of when I would have to clean up. The image of me stripping came back to my mind. I dressed as a schoolgirl for him. I looked at him, his naked body struggling with pulling the damp sheets from his bed.

“I dressed up as a schoolgirl for you.” I said, outloud.

He looked at me, unsure what to say. “I liked it?” He said, still unsure.

I swatted away the thought, checking the time to see that it was almost time for my parent’s alarm clock to go off.

“We only have three minutes! Hurry up!” I hissed. I found all my clothes and dashed across the hallway. Throwing the dirty clothes into my closet, I grabbed whatever I could that passed off as pajamas. I quickly dressed myself, the smell of my detergent out weighing the smell of my cum. I went back to check on Jace. His room smelled like sex so much. I scampered towards the window, propping it open. He was still naked but at least he had changed his sheets. I made my way towards his door, telling myself I needed to be in my own bed. Before my hand could reach the doorknob, Jace’s hand held my by my wrist.

“What are you doing?” I questioned.

I was further intrigued when he pulled me close to him.

“I have to get back to my room before they wake up.” I reminded him.

“You have something else to do.” He stated simply.

His hands shoved me down to my knees. We didn’t have time for this. I felt the tips of his fingers run across my lips, slipping in his index. He yanked down my jaw. His force was calling to the wild side of myself. Before I could react he grabbed me by the hair and thrusted his dick into my mouth. It was impossible to fight the urge to suck. My mouth instantly wrapped around him and started slurping away at his morning wood. I was happy to see him be more comfortable with me, pulling lightly on my hair, thrusting harder into my mouth. I was too distracted with serving him that I didn’t hear the hourly beep of his clock. Instead I felt him yank me up by my hair until I was back on my feet. He started shoving me through his room until I was at the door.

“I just had to feel that again.” He said as he kissed me, before silently slamming the door in my face.

Breakfast was awkward as it was stirring. I planned on having a normal breakfast, waiting out the clock until they left and take a bath while Jace went for his run. I was eating a bowl of cereal when Jace came down stairs at last. He sat down next to me and slightly hiked his running shorts up his thigh. I paid no attention to it. My parents were on the opposite side of the kitchen counter.

It’s because of so that made my brother grab my hand set it down on his cock which hung out from his clothes. I jumped when I felt that veiny monster again. I cut him a look, pointing out our parents that stood not two feet away. He wasn’t having him. Today he was more confident. Yesterday he was the boy who was still a virgin.

Now he felt untouchable, like he could get away with anything. Most important of all, he felt what it was like to have my soft hands and wet mouth bundle around his sensitive cock, and he wanted more of me. I played along, jerking him off slowly with our parents not having the slightest clue. It kinda turned me on doing this secretly, like fooling around in public but much more riskier. I tried eating my cereal, I often found myself sucking a bit too hard on my spoon, imagining something else instead.

I was taken back when my father warned my mother of the time. They gathered their things and promptly left the house. The second the door shut behind them, Jace grabbed me by the back of my neck and bent me over the counter. At first I was scared, being caught so off guard and unaware of what was going on. I felt him press against my ass, being hard enough to feel through both our shorts.

“What happened to running every morning?” I questioned.

I felt his face get close to my neck, having him smell me without saying a word for awhile. His hands were slow and meticulous in touching me. He caressed every curve, squeezing all the right places.

“I was thinking of a new workout plan.” He mentioned.

I wondered what it would be, knowing well enough that that was just code talk for having lots of sex. But there’s so many ways to go about it. I wondered of the many things we’d explore together.

“Oh? What did you have in mind little brother?” I teased.

Instinctively I wiggled my ass against his bulging cock. I wanted him to ravish me right then, to use me for his pleasure.

“Is there any way I can help with your ‘workout?’” I said, bumping my booty against his hips as I said workout.

“We have until 4:00PM to fuck as much as we can for the day.” He announced.

That was quite the task coming from the guy would blew his wad with just a blowjob. I questioned his confidence, if he himself was up for an all day fuckathon. He still kept me pinned to the counter, a tight grip on the back of my neck.