The first time I saw it, I knew what it was. I may have been in denial for a moment, I mean, it couldn’t be, not my sweet older brother. He could never do something so nasty and vile. But I knew, in my heart of hearts, that it had to be true. You are only human after all.
I didn’t know exactly why, and I’m still not sure, but for some inexplicable reason, I was drawn to it, to your nasty, filthy cum. So, I went in closer, and yep, my suspicion was confirmed. That was definitely cum. Your cum. So I did what every other sane sister would do when finding her brother’s filthy cumrag, I sniffed it.
She suddenly looked at me expectantly, trying to maybe see if I might offer up some response to that absolute bombshell she just dropped, and all I could think of to say was, “So, uh, what were you doing in my room?”
She suddenly let out an enormous belly laugh, probably laughing harder than I’d ever heard from her before. It was actually surprising how long it went on. Literal tears were going down her cheeks by the time she was finished. She wiped her tears away, smiled broadly, and said, “Only you Lukas, would ask a girl what she was doing in your room, when she, this girl, me, just confessed that I sniffed your fucking cum. Oh my God, this is so hilarious.” She wiped even more tears away, before breaking out in even further giggles.
I just stood there at a loss for words. Not knowing what to say, or what to do.
She looked at me with a devious smile on her face and said, “Hey big bro, you sure look uncomfortable over there, just standing around. Why don’t you come over here, sit down on the bed with me and listen to me finish my tale? C’mon, it will be fun.”
I did so reluctantly, sitting on the very edge of the bed.
She looked at me, an almost sad expression forming on her face, and asked, “Lukas, why are you being like this?”
“Like what, Klara?”
“Like that, like this person, this nervous schoolboy. Are you disgusted by me, is that it, huh.”
“What? No, don’t be ridiculous.”
“I knew I should’ve just kept my mouth shut”, she said, tears forming once again, but certainly not in joy this time. I hated seeing her like this.
I went in, attempting to hug her, to console her, but she resisted my attempt. For only a few moments that is, before accepting my brotherly hug. She absolutely melted in my arms, and it wasn’t lost on me that she had her full, naked breasts pressed against my chest.
I whispered some sincere apologies in her ear, telling her that it was all okay, that I still loved her, and that I didn’t see her any differently.
I understood why she was acting so emotionally. She was in a vulnerable position, telling me this deeply personal story, and was afraid I would see her differently.
The truth was, I did see her differently now. Not in the way she was probably thinking, but my perception of her definitely changed after hearing her side of the story.
Before, even when I walked through that door, I still thought of her as my very sexy sister. I didn’t want to fuck her as she so crudely stated. Yes, I fantasized about her, I admit it, but I never thought about the possibility of actually fucking her. Now I know how way she feels. I now know that she wanted me to fuck her. She basically admitted it. Now, I’m thinking of actually fucking my sister. Right here, right now, on this bed.
So, what should I do? Do I do it? Do I go ahead and pin her down on this bed and just have my way with her, and devile her? No, I could, and would never do that. Even if I wanted to, which I do, I really, really do. But she’s my baby sister. I’ll look, I can’t keep myself from looking, but I will never have sex with her.
That’s why I acted so strangely before, I felt my control slipping, I didn’t know how to act around her, completely enveloped by my overwhelming lust for her. But I’m fine now.
Holding her in my arms, reminded me of the important role I play in her life. I’m her brother, her protector, and her biggest supporter, and that is all I ever will be. And I’m fine with that.
I patted her on the back two times, signaling to her that I was going to break the intimate embrace between us, which I then did.
“So, I never actually told you what I did in your bedroom that first time, did I?”
I sat down next to her on the bed, over the sheet, of course, and said, “No I don’t believe you did, I do however seem to recall you being very busy laughing at me.” And then I made a face, pretending to sulk.
She let out a giggle before she replied, “I was not laughing at you, you big baby. I just laughed because that was such a you thing to say.”
“What do you mean?” I questioned with an exaggerated incredulous gasp.
“We both know you’re a stickler for the rules, stick up his butt kind of guy.” She said with a smug look, almost daring me to retort.
This time, I think I actually did let out a real involuntary incredulous gasp. “What!? That’s so not true,” but we both knew I was talking straight-up polony. Truth was, I could be slightly pedantic at times. But hey, no one’s perfect. Besides, there’s nothing wrong with wanting a little order every now and then. I mean, set rules are there for a reason.
She didn’t reply, instead, she continued giving me that obnoxious look before she suddenly took on a more serious one.
“So, I told you I sniffed your semen, and that was true. And that was all I did: the first time. Yesterday, well, yesterday was a completely different story.”
Now that certainly got my attention. I waited in anticipation for her to continue.
She paused for a minute, taking her time to get her thoughts in order before continuing, “Every day, since that first time I found that little surprise of yours in the bin, I looked for another one, but I came up short each time, until yesterday. That’s when I found another, with an even bigger yield than last time. When I unwrapped the tissue, a copious amount of your jizz just laid inside, waiting for me. I thought, what a waste. Why were you wasting such a beautiful part of yourself, by literally throwing it in the garbage?
For the last two years, I feel like we’ve grown apart. And I know it’s mostly my fault, but you also grew distant from me. I missed us being together as loving siblings, you know like we used to be. But I didn’t know how to achieve that.
So I went into your room, just looking for something, anything that would bring us closer together. I just felt like I didn’t know you anymore, and you were slipping further and further away.
Then I found something, something that I thought would bring you closer to me. So, I took a sniff of it, don’t ask me why, but I did, and to be honest with you, I found it absolutely intoxicating. I found it so intoxicating in fact, that I wanted to do more with it, but I just didn’t have the guts to at the time.
But yesterday, seeing that large amount of your cum, in that tissue, just did something to me. I swear I didn’t plan on doing it, it just happened.
Yesterday, I licked your cum, before swallowing it, as much of it as I could, sucking it all up. But it didn’t feel like I got enough of you, oh no, I had to have more. So… I did the only thing I could think of at the time, and that was to swallow your entire cum rag.
My God, it made me so freaking horny, so fucking wet. The wetness soaked through my panty, creating a big, wet spot. You couldn’t miss it, that’s why when you came back I had to cover up, keep my legs closed, so you couldn’t see it. But I was tempted to show you, Lukas, I really was.”
“And today? What did you do with the tissue today?” She couldn’t see my face because sometime during her story, she laid back down, with her looking up at the ceiling, not moving her gaze from it, probably afraid she would see my face and find judgment and disgust for her in it.
But she needn’t be worried. The only look she would have found if she looked up at my face, was pure, unadulterated desire.
“You know what I did”, she answered timidly.
“Tell me.”
She lifted herself up then, and looked at my face, seeing my lust for her seeping out of every pore.
I looked back at her angelic, deep blue eyes. Seeing the lust reflected back from them.
“I wanted to have you inside me, you know, carry you around with me. So, I did the only thing that I could think of. I stuck your filthy cum rag in my pussy, and pulled it out slowly, it came out soggy from all my girlcum, and you know what I did, I shoved it back in. Where it belongs.”
We were so close, and we were slowly moving in even closer. I knew exactly where this was headed. So I had to reluctantly think up something to say that would diffuse the sexual tension between us.
“So, uh, you know you can get pregnant from doing that, right?
“No, of course not, thanks for enlightening a stupid plebeian like myself, good sir”, she replied with sarcasm dripping off every word. Well, that’s about the response I expected.
“So, are you on birth control or something?”
She let out an exasperated sigh and said, “Yes Lukas, of course, I am. Do you think I’m stupid or what? Do you really think I would want to have one of your retarded babies?” She probably saw my stunned facial expression because she suddenly gave me a sweet smile, before she added, “But I probably wouldn’t mind having one of your babies, minus the retardation of course.”
All I could think of to say was, “I don’t think you can say that word anymore. It’s a hate word, right?”, which immediately send her into a fit of giggles. I watched her tits jiggle as she shook with mirth.
“Okay, where was I?” She asked, before letting out another round of giggles, “Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Whew! Alright, I think last time I spoke about shoving your cumrag up my twat. Isn’t that right?” She stared expectedly at me like she was waiting for me to corroborate her statement. I could only swallow heavily, my Addams apple bobbing in my throat.
She gave me a little smirk before she said, “Anyway, my dear brother, I kept it in there for a while, stewing it inside, stirring it around in my insides.” She gauged my reaction and I doubt she was disappointed by what she saw, I probably looked like a deer in headlights.
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