Nature Calls

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This is a work of fantasy fiction. All characters are 18+

I hope you enjoy this story, it’s my first in this category.

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This was all going to read like a confession, and I suppose in some strange way, it would absolve me of the sins I may have committed. But I’ve spent the last hour re-writing the very beginning of this story and starting over more times than I remember. Instead, let me just tell you what happened, and why I don’t feel any guilt, or shame from it.

I graduated high school in 2020, and we all remember that year, and the years that followed. I was supposed to start college after summer break, but well, the world was going crazy, and those plans were delayed. I’d been stressing that I’d be entering college as a virgin, and surrounded by a campus filled with sexually experienced students, somehow they’d all know, and maybe that scared me.

I suppose I should tell you a bit about myself. My name is Grace, I was born and raised in the Midwest, in a town that wasn’t too big, or too small. My parents were both grounded people, they provided a stable home for my older brother and myself. We probably verged on being ‘boring’ but I’ll talk more about that in a bit.

I’m 5’4″ and weigh 125 pounds, I’d like to lose a few pounds or have the extra weight redistributed if you know what I mean. I’ve got straight, chestnut-brown hair that reaches to the middle of my back, hazel eyes, fairly standard butt, and boobs. I mentioned I was a virgin, and that was almost entirely due to the fact that I was very self-conscious over a birthmark that I have at the very top of my left thigh, almost the size of a plum. I say I ‘was’ self-conscious about it, but truthfully, I still am. I suppose I just accepted the fact that there’s no getting rid of it and stopped letting it control that part of my life.

Sexually, I’d been greatly enjoying masturbating since forever. I’d never used a vibrator, or a dildo, never used a vegetable from the fridge, or even a hairbrush handle. No, I was able to pleasure myself quite satisfactorily with my hands, so I didn’t look for other ways to get off.

Well, there was one way, but I couldn’t get past the thought of letting a guy see me naked, and so vulnerable because of my birthmark. I regularly imagined what a penis would feel like inside me, and that was often the focus of my masturbation. I entered a phase where I felt I was older than I should have been to still be a virgin and contemplated breaking my hymen so that I could just act like I’d had sex before, and it wouldn’t end up being some kind of big deal. But in the back of my mind, I wanted a guy to do that, I wanted that experience. So I’d quietly masturbate in my room, late at night, or often, in the shower, and my fingers became quite adept at figuring out how to give me body-shaking orgasms.

I wanted a penis to do that to me, but the world was unwinding all around me, and besides, that birthmark was just too ugly to let anyone see.

I made convenient excuses like that.

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Jared is four years older than me, he wrestled in high school and was really good, but he fell in with some guys that ultimately caused him to lose his spot on the team, and no matter how hard our parents tried, he began slipping away. He graduated, although just barely, and immediately moved in with one of his new friends. They both had jobs working at a gigantic shipping facility that I’m sure you can guess the name of. He was making good money and seemed to me like a bird that had left the nest. My senior year, he came by for dinner one Sunday night and told us that the girl he’d been seeing was pregnant and that he was going to be a Dad.

We sat around the table with the same blank stares, and mouths hung open.

Mom and Dad would be Grandparents, and I’d be an Aunt. It had never even crossed our minds.

A miscarriage ended all of that, and while I wasn’t sure at the time how badly that impacted Jared, I knew it did. He never told us that he really wanted to be a Dad, or that it had all been an accident, or that his girlfriend had stopped taking the pill, or if they’d just never used birth control, and nature had decided for the two of them. Regardless, it destroyed their relationship and for the first time in my life, I saw my older brother vulnerable, hurting, and not knowing what to do next. It triggered a kind of unexplained instinct in me, to make sure he was okay. I’d call a lot, I’d go visit him, and just listen to him as he opened up, and couldn’t illustrate how losing the baby, and then losing his girlfriend had really impacted him.

It was tough to see him sometimes cry, and when he did, I’d hug him, and tell him that I thought, time would help heal his heart, and that he was just a bit older than me, we both had our entire lives to live, and while there was nothing he could do about the baby, there was a lot he could do about the future. Our talks seemed to help, both of us. It made us closer, closer than we ever had been. We’d hug more often, and for longer times. I’d kiss him on the cheek, or he’d kiss mine when I’d leave his house, and on the drive back home, I’d feel good. I knew spending time with him was helping, both of us. If the world ever righted itself, I’d find myself a guy, and I’d just be honest, and explain I was very sensitive about a birthmark I had, and that I needed someone to help me work past that, the way that I was hopefully helping my brother work past what he was going through.

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I cooked a big pot of chili and brought it to his place one Sunday, and we hung out and watched the game. Jared and Dad had always been big into sports, Mom was indifferent and I fell somewhere in between. If our team was doing well, I cheered for them, if they were having a bad year, I spent that time in other ways.

Tom was Jared’s roommate, and while I was pleasant to him, I never liked him, in fact, I didn’t like any of Jared’s friends. They seemed like cocky assholes to me, it puzzled me why my brother would have friends like that. Tom had taken some vacation time, unsure if this flu-thing was going to be a big deal or not, he wanted to go sow some wild oats, while he still could. So he had flown with another of their friends to Los Angeles to spend a week out there, hoping to seduce as many ‘Babes’ as they could. That was fine with me, I could hang out with Jared, and not have to deal with Tom, especially when I’d brought a pot of chili that I knew would get inhaled by his hungry roomie.

The game ended and we hung out on the couch, and as we talked, he asked me if I thought he would have been a good Dad, and that really hit me emotionally. While I tried not to cry, he couldn’t help but tear up. I scooted across the couch and we held each other, saying nothing, just being close. It’s so twisted, but when we finally let each other go, we both had changed. I don’t know why that specific hug had triggered it, we’d hugged, and cried quite a few times since all of this had happened. He looked at me, and it was different, there was something else in his eyes, and I had no way to know, but it felt like I was looking at him differently too.

We looked at each other for what had to have been several minutes silently. I wanted to hug him again and feel that rising heat spread through my body again. It was just a hug and hugging was okay, even if something else that was happening may not have been ‘okay’.

“Be right back,” he said, and stood, turning away and disappearing into the bathroom.

My very first thought was ‘My brother has an erection.’ My next thought was ‘I gave him that erection.’ and my third thought was ‘I wonder if he’s in there masturbating right now?’

He was certainly in there long enough to, I know I could have gotten myself off pretty quickly at that moment.

I sat back on the couch, and let my mind run free. I suppose I imagined the old cartoons where the character has an angel on one shoulder, telling them to do the right thing, and a devil on the other shoulder, explaining that they should do what they want.

“If he wasn’t my Brother…” I thought to myself.

“Grace..” his voice called out.

“What’s up?” I asked and turned to see him standing in the bathroom doorway.

“Hey, that chili, and the talk, kind of exhausted me, I wanna lay down for a bit and rest.” he said, but it definitely sounded like an invitation.

“Does he want to lay down, or does he want to..” I questioned in my head.

He turned, and walked into his room, saying “You wanna get a bit of rest too?”

On auto-pilot, I was on his bed, the both of us fully clothed, but spooned up. He thanked me again for the chili and the sympathetic ear. I may have made a contended humming noise, and then we were quiet for a time.

I felt his erection hard against my backside a minute later. We both said nothing, and I tried to stay perfectly still. He needed to say something, Anything I could possibly say would be bad. My brain was back in that new mode, and the heat was swelling inside of me again.

He shifted slightly and sighed. I felt his breath on my hair, and then, I knew that doing it would send a signal that struggled with a mountain of conflict, but the primal brain overrode any reason or logic.

I ground back against him.

His arm slipped around me, and pulled me closer, while I almost undulated against my brother’s erection. My panties were a hot mess at this point. I could tell you it felt like I was watching this all unfold as if I were out of my own body, but that’s not how it was. I realized I was encouraging my brother to fuck me, I wanted him to, but I needed him to control it all.

His leg swept over my thigh, and he may have used some ninja wrestling move on me or something, but in a moment I was on my back and he was on top of me, with our faces very close.

“I know this is wrong Grace. But..” he swallowed and stared at my lips.

I was panting, and my cheeks were flushed while I stared at him, a moment later his lips were on mine, and I felt his mouth open and then my brother had his tongue in my mouth.