Chapter 3984 - rgf

n the midst of a scorching Florida summer, the air conditioning was laboring nonstop to combat the oppressive heat.

My long, auburn curls fanned out around my head. Dressed in a sheer white bra and panties, I ​stretched out on my bed, enjoying the soft gusts of breeze from the ceiling fan that tenderly caressed my bare skin, igniting an arousal​ I had ignored until now.​

After nearly daily orgasms with my husband, he left me for another woman. To say we had a robust sex life would be an understatement, so she must offer him something I didn't. Youth, I suppose. However, her prime wouldn't transfer to him. He'll still be old and lagging further behind as time goes on.

My thirty-six Ds still sat high on my chest; my stomach was flat, not stretched out from childbirth, and never would be. My dark nipples had hardened and pushed through the soft, sheer white.

I reached into the nightstand drawer and found the vibrator. Long unused because I'd had the real thing, I was surprised that the batteries still worked. Shoving my panties aside, I put it to my clit and instantly felt a current through my body, arching me off the bed.

Remembering why my girlfriend called hers better-than-a-man, I shuddered and gasped through the ride of a lengthy orgasm. The release relaxed me, and I dozed.

My cell rang, and I reached for it without looking.

"Hello?"

"Brookie!"

My brother, Oliver. He was the only one who called me that, and I went from falling from the euphoria of orgasm to the warm fuzzies of my brother. We were as close as possible, living a thousand miles apart.

"Hey! What're you up to, dude?"

"You sound out of breath. Were you doing something?" Oliver asked.

"Nah, I had to run for the phone."

"So, what do you think about coming to stay with us for a while? I heard you quit your job and figured you might want to escape. I hear Florida is hot," he laughed.

"Fuck you," I said, laughing. "I don't know. Let me think about it. A vacation does sound good now, and I could catch up with some friends."

Oliver had stayed rooted in Ohio, but I moved to Florida with Dan. ​Florida, my absolute love for the past twenty years, had become my home sweet home, but now I longed for family. Oliver's wife died a few years back. His son Ethan just graduated high school and was eighteen. It was time to reconnect.

"I hope so, sis. Love to have you. We both would."

I thought for a moment and realized I could think of nothing I wanted more than to spend time with them. I had quit my job because I was not too fond of it and was ready for another change in my life. "You know what. I'd love that! Just let me know when, and I'll be there."

He wanted tomorrow, but we set it up for next week, so I'd have time to get things done around here. Dan moved out, leaving me the condo, which was best for me. I could lock it up and leave it.

​I opted to take a road trip to have a car at my disposal​. I also wanted to ​visit a friend in Columbia en route to Cleveland.

​ ​Leaving central Florida, felt like the journey out of the state would never come to an end. But finally, I made it to the Florida-Georgia border and felt a surge of relief. As I crossed into North Carolina, I noticed a shift in temperature that instantly brought a smile to my face. It was a chance to roll down the windows and breathe in the fresh air, leaving the sticky humidity and scorching heat behind me.

"Call Jim."

"Hello, hello! Are you here, my love?!"

I laughed. "I am! GPS says about twenty minutes away."

"Great, Brooke, I bet you're tired. I hope you're hungry because I've been slaving all day."

"I am both, but most anxious to see you again."

Jim was my best friend growing up. He left Cleveland to go to Ohio State, got a killer job in South Carolina, and ended up in Columbia, head of the department.

"I'll see you in a few, babe."

A few minutes later, I pulled up in front of a small red brick ranch, which, by what I'd seen on my drive, was pretty typical for the Carolinas. The backyard was swallowed by an oversized garage, which I already knew was taken up by his new black Camaro, his Harley, and a nineteen sixty-nine fire-engine red Camaro.

The front door flung open, and he was down the steps, picking me up and spinning me around.

"God, it's great to see you," he exclaimed, finally putting me down.

"Me too," I sniffled, and he laughed.

"No crying!"

"No crying," I sniffed.

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​Jim was my first touchstone in this new territory, a bridge to my life without Dan. Sitting across from him, I could feel the weight of my past slipping away​.​

The journey ahead wouldn't be easy—I knew that. Adjusting to a life of independence would require ​not a tiny amount​ of self-discovery. Yet I couldn't help but feel a flicker of anticipation for the possibilities that awaited me.

As the evening ​went on, we shared​ ​a meal and ​a couple of bottles of wine. The air was filled with laughter and the clinking of glasses. Jim, an old friend, became a beacon of familiarity, providing the grounding I needed to take my first steps forward.

Jim listened with empathy, offering words of encouragement ​, and ​the weight of my solitude seemed to dissipate.

We laughed, reminisced, and contemplated the possibilities that lay ahead of me.

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I had about an equal amount of time driving today, so I was up early and on the road before dawn. I hit the West Virginia Turnpike and remembered that the craftsman had handmade wares at a nearby stop. It was just as I remembered, and I spent time walking around the circular building enjoying all the craftworks. I chose an exotic wood and resin cutting board for my foodie brother.

I got back in the car and soon hit the Ohio River.

The phone blasted over my speaker.

"Hey, Oliver," I answered, smiling, knowing he was checking on me.

"Everything okay?"

"Absolutely! I just crossed the river. It has been a great trip. Won't be long, and I'll be there."

"Okay, hon, just be careful!"

"Seeya soon."

I was so looking forward to seeing him. I hadn't seen Ethan for a few years when Dan and I went on a trip. Getting away from work was tough, so we didn't return as often as I'd have liked.

"Brookie!" Oliver came bounding out of the house and swept me up, spinning me around.

"God, it's so great to see you, "I said, laughing as he held me back on my feet but still hugged him.

"I know," he said, his voice rough in my ear. We hung onto each other for a few moments, saying a lot with no words needed.

I stepped back and swiped at my eyes as he did.

"I hope I get a hug too."

​"Ethan! Oh my god," I exclaimed, unable to contain my surprise. "I swore I wouldn't say it, but wow, you've grown so tall. It's funny how I used to dislike it when my aunts said the same thing to me at your age... but now I finally understand why."

My eyes scanned him from head to toe. Standing there now, he easily surpassed my brother's five foot nine by a couple of inches.

His chestnut hair cascaded in shiny, natural waves below his shoulders. It was one of those hairstyles that suited him perfectly. Ethan had that rare quality of pulling off long hair and making it look incredibly appealing. Not all men could rock long hair like Ethan.

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"That's okay," Ethan replied, a warm smile spreading across his face, lighting up his bright aqua eyes. It was like looking into mirrors of my own.

As our eyes locked, I couldn't help but be taken aback by the intensity in his eyes. It felt like his gaze delved into the depths of my soul, prompting me to avert my eyes from the uncomfortably intimate connection.

After an emotional bear hug, Oliver put his arm around my shoulders to guide me into the house, breaking the connection with Ethan. I didn't see him for the remainder of the evening.

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Being in a new atmosphere and a new bed, I didn't sleep well last night and tried to catch some shut-eye mid-afternoon. I pulled the shades, which mercifully darkened the room. I undressed and slipped into the cool lavender-scented sheets. That made me smile, knowing my brother thought of that for me. The air conditioner hummed, and the heavy curtains stopped any sunlight or sound from seeping through.

My head hit the pillow, crisp against my cheek, and I closed my eyes and fell asleep as soon as I was horizontal.

I was jolted out of sleep by an unexpected sound and lay still in fright, not expecting anyone to be there. I waited a while before I allowed myself to relax, re-tucking the sheet underneath my chin. But suddenly, it was ripped away from me.

My eyes flew open in alarm as I felt a heavy body press down on mine. Adrenaline surged through my veins as I realized we were both naked, and I was at a distinct disadvantage. Before I could scream, a warm hand clamped over my mouth, muffling my terror. It was pitch black all around us.

I erupted with fury and beat my hands against his chest, back, and shoulders. Wherever I could reach, I heard his grunt of frustration as I made an impact and felt some of my body's tension ease.

But he was way too strong for me, one hand gripping both of my wrists above my head while the other held him on top of me, pinning me to the bed. Struggling like a wild animal, I did everything in my power to buck him off, but it was no use - there was no outmaneuvering his strength.

Keeping my legs clamped shut in resistance, I knew that parting them would be the biggest mistake I ever made.

A low, guttural moan ripped through the air, and I felt a sharp pain as teeth clamped down on my breast. Desperate to free myself, I thrashed violently against him but only served to inflame him. His grip tightened like an iron vice, and I felt a wave of panic wash over me.

He pinned me down, trapping me beneath his searing hot body. His legs were like iron bars around mine, and a fierce pressure pulsed against me from his throbbing hot cock. He growled deep in his throat, taking scorching nips around my breasts, sending ripples of pleasure through my skin that I fought to ignore.

I froze in place, the sound of his hungry desire, a familiar tone, ringing in my ears as the sensations traveled through my veins. His hard cock felt like a weapon between us, and I was utterly helpless.

"Ethan?" It was my nephew that was attacking me. "What the fuck are you doing?"

His hands held my arms, and his weight pinned me down. He began grinding his cock harder against me and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth.

"Don't fight when I let your hands go." His voice was different. Like I'd never heard. Virile, aroused.

"No, I won't. You're hurting my wrists." Slowly, he relaxed his grip. His panting breaths puffed across my lips, and his cock throbbed hard between us. "I'll stroke your cock. Suck it if you want."

"Shut up. No," he growled. "I'm not going to rape you, so shut up."

He began to kiss me again. I didn't return it but allowed him to eat at my mouth. He kissed my neck and back down to my breasts. This time, he took them in his hands and squeezed them together, not gently, but not painfully.

He took a nipple in his teeth and bit, and I cried out. He laved it with his tongue and sucked it hard, and I twisted to get away from him, but he was still on top of me and easily held me down. His legs were tight outside mine, and I could not move.

He started to suck my tender skin. It was stinging each time he did it. I still arched, trying to throw him off, but he just held my tits and went between nipping and sucking my nipples. I began to moan from the quick jolts of pain but was shocked by the wetness that seeped between my legs.

The pain turned to pleasure. I tried to fight it off and feel the pain. The more I tried, the more aroused I felt. I was mortified.

"Ethan! Stop! Please," I begged.

"You know you don't really want me to stop," he murmured against my skin.

He rocked his cock into my mound, and my hips rocked back instinctively. I felt his smile against my skin.

He moved up, wrapped my hair in his fist, and began to kiss me, rocking against me rhythmically. He growled into my mouth, and I felt the explosion of wet heat between our bodies. Skin to skin, I felt every pulse and every pump of his cock. Then, the shudder of his body on mine.

He dropped his head, his mouth on my neck.

"Oh, Brooke, I sensed it immediately. You felt it, too, I know. Don't deny it."

"Get off me! What the hell is wrong with you?"

I was angry. Angrier than I've ever been in my life. Furious, he invaded my privacy. He stirred up an unexpected side of me I didn't know existed that only fueled my anger.

"What will you do? Tell my Dad?" he said. "Tell him how much you enjoyed his son's naked body against yours, how his son made you moan with pleasure. Tell him how your arousal matched mine."

"I'd never hurt him like that." I rolled over. "Go. Leave me alone. And don't think about ever doing this again," I retorted.

After I heard the door close, I got up and went to the bathroom to shower. I looked into the mirror to pin my hair on top of my head, and that's when I saw them.

My breasts were covered with tiny red bruises. My nipples were tender. I touched them, and instead of hurting, I felt the pull in my cunt. I averted my eyes and stepped into the shower.

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We sat down to dinner, and everything was as usual. I breezed through the motions of eating, but all I could think about was Ethan's hands on my thighs. He had pressed against me in the dark and sucked a bruise onto my neck. The weight of him, hot and wanting, made a mark upon my body that would never fade. I was so wet from his touch that I could imagine it running down my legs like a trail of sweet, warm syrup. He loved watching how I responded to his attention.

I ducked my head against the embarrassment of being so easily aroused and berated myself for not being able to control myself around him much better than this. But he's an eighteen-year-old boy, I thought. He let his hormones get the best of him, like many do at that age.

What about the intense emotions I experienced? What about my own heightened arousal throughout that entire experience?

He hadn't raped me. Forced himself inside me. I knew then that he wouldn't.

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A week passed, and it was as though it never happened. It was as though it was a different Ethan. One was the perfect young nephew; the other, Ethan, made my body feel things I'd never felt before.

I went down for breakfast one morning, and the house was empty. Oliver had already left for work, and Ethan must have had classes because he was gone as well.

​After returning from shopping, I unlocked the front door and kicked off my shoes. Bag in hand, I made my way to the bedroom and emptied its contents onto the bedspread. The black lace panties and bra waited for me; their intricate designs were more beautiful than anything I'd ever had. As I admired them, I picked up a one-piece swimsuit to wear while lounging in the backyard pool. Clothing for my new life, I thought happily.

I peeled off my clothes, tossed them into the hamper, and headed to the bathroom to shower. My hair desperately needed a wash, so I wet it and massaged shampoo into my scalp.

Creamy eucalyptus filled the air as I lathered up with a fluffy sponge. The sensation on my skin was tantalizing and arousing. Each stroke of the sponge sent shivers throughout my body as I rinsed off under the warm water.

The bruises Ethan had left behind were long gone, but the memories lingered. However, this moment was about caring for myself and feeling good in my skin.

"Seems you need help."

​I glance​d​ over my shoulder, catching sight of Ethan stepping into the shower and shutting the glass door​, completely naked and exposed. I couldn't stop myself from taking stock of his body momentarily. He was big and young and virile.

"Leave now, Ethan," I said, still facing away from him. "Just because I didn't tell your Dad last time doesn't mean I won't. You're invading my privacy at best."

Completely ignoring my words, he reached over my shoulder, took the sponge out of my hands, and began running it up and down my back, across my shoulders, down my side, and back up.

I crossed my arms in front of me. For protection? I'm trapped again. I'm not strong enough to push him out of the way. I can only hope he'll get off and leave like he did before.

He ran the sponge around and around on my ass, and I bit my lower lip. The sponge glided down my legs, then back up, squeezing between. I planted my feet next to each other, and he chuckled confidently.

"Ethan, it's not funny. Please go."

He pressed the sponge between my ass cheeks and ran it up and down. I gritted my teeth.

"Turn around, Brooke."

I didn't move.

"Turn around." He waited a few seconds and warned in a darker tone, "Now."

I relented, but I still had my arms crossed in front of me.

"Ethan, why are you doing this? You must have lots of girls that want you."

"Sure." His eyes swept over my body. "But they aren't you," he said vaguely, concentrating on dripping more body soap on the sponge. "Lower your arms."

"No."

"Brooke." He pressed his lips together. "Lower your arms."

His eyes were lusty but tinged with anger at my reluctance. I could have quickly done what he said. If I were sure, he would only have humped against me again if I weren't so afraid of my own feelings.

The memories of the pleasure I felt from the pain came flooding back, and I wanted to avoid that at all costs.

I dropped my arms and let them hang by my side. While he soaped each arm, I could look at his body. ​He was an irresistible temptation of forbidden desires, and I was caught between longing and restraint. His broad shoulders exuded an almost frightening power as they tapered down to a narrow waist, creating a deep V that accentuated the base of his thick cock. His physique was sculpted from dedicated weightlifting. The power he exuded was simultaneously sensual and intimidating.

He was shaved at the base, as were his balls. They were fat and full behind his thick rigid cock and swayed heavily as he moved.

He put the sponge on my chest, and I raised my eyes. Caught in the act, he smiled knowingly and began to work from side to side, then around each breast. He ran the sponge's flat across my nipples, and I stifled a gasp each time.

The sponge slid across my midriff, my belly, and lower. My legs were still tight together. His hand was following the path of the sponge.

He concentrated as he worked, carefully circling each breast with his hand, then palm my nipple. I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out. He never looked up but smiled knowingly, then moved to the other breast. My nipple bulleted hard in his palm and caused a rush to my pussy.

My body never reacted to my husband this way. I cannot let him get to me. I cannot let him arouse me. He is my nephew. I am the adult here. I am supposed to stay in control.

He flat-handed down and cupped my pussy.

He leaned towards me, his mouth by my ear, and whispered, "I like that you leave those curls there, Brooke. Very sexy."

"Ethan," I pleaded. But what was I desperately asking for? Him to stop. Or hurry.

He quickly pushed between my legs and stroked his finger through my folds. I couldn't let him see he was affecting me. I couldn't let him arouse me—or worse, orgasm. I could not let him own me like that. That would be giving him complete control. He cannot know how he affects me.

I pressed my hands against his chest, feeling the warmth beneath my fingertips. My fingers threaded through a tangled mass of thick curls, and he let out a low, guttural moan. It sent a jolt of desire coursing through my veins, but I fought against the overwhelming pull.

I pushed. I had to resist and create distance; if I allowed myself to succumb, there would be no turning back. The intensity threatened to consume us both, and I continued to push Ethan back, but he was solid.

He readily found my clit because it was swollen, large, and hard. Because of him. He moved against me; his cock pushed at my hip. He wrapped my wet hair in his fist and held my head back.

"Oh, Brookie," he breathed against my neck. His use of my brother—his Dad's childhood nickname for me created a chink in my armor.

He began to kiss my neck and worked lower, whispering unintelligible words and running his lips down to my breast. I sucked in a breath, then mentally chastised myself.

He began to nip and suck again. The flash of pain, then the feel-good over and over. At the same time, he pushed two fingers into me. I was wet. It was telling.

"Ethan, please don't," I whimpered, trying one last time, trying to push him back. He was solid. Unmovable. And I realized I was relieved I couldn't push him away.

He started a slow rhythm with his fingers and then grabbed a nipple in his teeth and bit. I cried out. But my cunt throbbed around his fingers. I didn't want to cum, but I was out of control and whimpered out an orgasm.

"Oh, Brooke," he groaned against my ear. "I knew it. The first moment we saw each other." He nipped my earlobe. "You were lost, but I knew what you needed, what you wanted. Even if you didn't."

He moved to my breast, bit, pulled, and sucked hard, and I arched into his mouth. He moaned and moved to the other nipple and did the same. I grabbed his thickly muscled upper arms. My nails dug in hard, and he moaned, my long hair still wound tight in his hand.

He moved so quickly I was startled when he pressed his mouth against mine, driving his tongue in and out to the same pace his fingers fucked me, taking me higher again. Inflaming me again. I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails in again, and he groaned in my mouth.

He let go of my hair and went to my breast. He kneaded and pinched my nipples, and I moaned in his mouth, arching again. He pulled and tugged, and my hips began to rock on his hand. The harder he twisted, the faster I moved. It was all automatic. Involuntary. He owned me. At that moment, he knew it.

I raked my nails down his back, and he growled in my mouth, the pain inflaming him.

"Again!" he commanded, and I did, again and again and again.

I was cumming, and it was fierce this time. I cried out, shouting with each hard pull on my nipple. His teeth dug in, and he bit and sucked while I came, driving me higher and higher. He shoved three fingers in hard, and my cunt convulsed.

I went weak and would have fallen had he not caught me in his arms. He buried his face in my neck.

"I knew it. I was waiting for you," Ethan said, his voice muffled in my neck. There was no way I would admit to this man-child that he was right.

My legs were weak, and he held me for a while. I don't know when he turned the water off, but the shower was no longer running. We were naked together in the shower, our bodies wrapped around each other. I was gasping from the headiest orgasm I'd ever had.

He slowly let me go.

"Turn around and bend over," he said.

"Ethan, no. Please don't!"

He was hard and impossibly aroused. I knew he had to have some relief and expected it would come sooner or later. I have resisted him enough that he would violate my body.

"Now."

I knew there was no use arguing. I turned and bent over.

Suddenly I was hit with a painful sting on my ass, that I cried out, and he did it again. And again. I braced myself against the tile wall, and he smacked my ass again.

I began to groan from the pain. My ass felt like raw meat. It was hot and inflamed, and he didn't care. He smacked me again. I groaned and felt my pussy gushing again, the wet heat running down the inside of my thigh.

No. No, this can't be happening. I'm in pain.

He smacked me again, but this time pushed his fingers into my pussy. Oh god, yeah, that's what I crave, I realized.

Then I felt his cock head stroking the folds of my pussy. I braced myself, waiting for him to push in. Ready for him to push in. Fuck it. He had me. Fuck me, I screamed silently.

But he slid between my swollen lips and began to stroke. His shaft rubbed my clit while he thrust through, and I shuddered.

He pushed through and reached under me. My thirty-six Ds were hanging heavy with arousal, and he clamped his hand around one and kneaded. My cunt constricted, empty when it wanted to be filled with his throbbing cock. He pinched and pulled my nipple, and I cried out, sucked in a breath, then shouted out my orgasm.

He reached under me and pulled me up against him. His cock pushed through, throbbed hard, and arcs of white cum splattered against the wall from between my pussy lips.

"Oh my god, Brooke," he gasped against my neck.

I braced myself with my arms against the cool tiles, my head still spinning, cunt still tingling, my ass feeling the painful pleasure still.

"Get out of here, Ethan. Now. Get out of here."

He let me go, and I heard the door close. With trembling hands, I turned the spigot and washed it all off of me.

As another week passed, Ethan showed no signs of acknowledgment or change. His casual disposition remained the same since my arrival. Oliver remained oblivious to the truth about his son and the secret I harbored. The unnerving atmosphere forced me to seriously consider leaving and returning to Florida.​

But what was I really running from? It all came down to acknowledging and accepting the shocking revelation that unfolded within me: that a dark side resided in me, unknown until now. It was Ethan who brought it to the surface. Despite the unsettling trepidation I felt, I was hungry for more.

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The next morning, Ethan walked into my bedroom and said, "Get dressed."

I wrapped my robe tighter around me. "Why?"

"We have to go. Just get dressed. You'll find out."

"Like I should trust you?" I said.

"You know I wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't do anything to you that you didn't like," he said, and I knew that to be true. There was nothing he was doing that I didn't like. It was just a matter of admitting that to myself.

I knew there was no arguing with him. "Get out of here so I can dress."

We drove across town and pulled up in front of a tattoo shop.

"Forget it. I'm not getting a tattoo. No fucking way," I declared adamantly, firmly planted in the seat, my resistance evident.

Ethan turned to me, a determined glint in his eyes. "Get out. You're not getting a tattoo."

I watched him stride toward the shop. Part of me was relieved, secretly grateful to escape the pain and permanence of body art. Yet, against my better judgment, I found myself following him inside. We weaved through the bustling parlor, where skilled artists hunched over their living canvases, their tools ​coloring eager flesh.

The buzzing machines and the faint scent of ink and antiseptic solution permeated ​the air.

Ethan turned the doorknob​ and opened the door to a small room​. It gleamed with immaculate cleanliness, sterile as a doctor's office.

My gaze swept across the counter, filled with an array of intriguing tools. An autoclave radiated sterility and safety. Glass jars, sealed with stainless lids, guarded cotton balls, sticks, and enigmatic packages, their contents shrouded in mystery.

Confused, I turned to Ethan, seeking answers. "What...?"

Just then, a girl entered the room wearing a clean scrubs top. She greeted us warmly, then washed her hands in a meticulous cleansing ritual.

Ethan spoke, his words holding a challenge. "Take your shirt and bra off."

My defiance surged, mingling with a sense of vulnerability. "I will not!"

I saw a flicker of determination in his eyes. "You're getting your nipple​s​ pierced, Brooke."

"Only if you get your dick pierced," I stated, chin up, confident that I had ended this.

"Okay. Your nipples pierced, then I will get my cock pierced," he agreed.

As I realized what I was in for, an electric jolt coursed through my veins in a war between trust and resistance. At that moment, I realized the tattoo shop was a place of​ self-discovery. Little did I know that this unexpected twist of fate would constantly remind me of my liberation.

"Okay. Now take your shirt and bra off so she can get to work."

As we stood there, time seemed to stretch in ​apprehension​, and it was clear that I was causing the delay. ​Since​ I hadn't planned this moment, I felt nervous and reluctant.

Taking a deep breath, I ​removed my t-shirt and bra, exposing ​my breasts to a stranger and a nephew I shouldn't even be here with, much less be familiar enough to be topless with. The cool air brushed against my skin, a reminder of my situation. ​

With a simple nod, I cautiously reclined on the sterile table, my ​trepidation palpable. The room filled with tension as ​she guided me through the process.

In a soothing voice, she explained her approach, assuring me of her use of surgical-grade barbells for the initial piercing. Her words offered reassurance in this moment of vulnerability. ​I was aware of Ethan close by and felt his edginess.

I looked down and realized that some of the more problematic bites were still discolored, and I had spots of yellow and blue on my tits. If she noticed, she didn't indicate it. She was also good at not seeing that an older woman was there with a much younger man who was familiar and comfortable with her nudity.

She sterilized the first nipple, pushed the needle through, placed the barbell, and then screwed the ball on the end.

Surprisingly, the pain was minimal, but I suspected it would catch up with me later. Fortunately, I had some light pain pills left from a dental appointment that I could use.

The second one went just as quickly, and I was done.

"You want me to get my dick pierced now?" Ethan asked.

"Only if you want," I said, carefully putting my bra on.

"I think I would like it. I know you will like it. Eventually." I ignored his innuendo about our future. I was so far in my head that I couldn't think past the next minute.

He removed his pants and shorts and reclined on the table.

She reviewed the piercings with him, Prince Albert, frenum, dydoe, apadravya, and ampallang.

He looked at me and said, "What do you think?"

I shrugged, "Don't ask me. I have enough to deal with myself." I rolled my eyes. "It's your dick."

He laughed. "How about Prince Albert. I can always get another one later."

She went through the same process, which went just as quickly. She discussed aftercare with us both. He paid, and we left.

We went home, and each took pain pills, just in case.

"It's early. Dad won't be home until this evening. Come to my room to nap with me."

"Ethan," I said, frowning.

"Just nap. How can I do anything else?" he laughed. "Besides," he became serious, "I haven't forced myself in you yet, have I."

I nodded, admitting to myself I was no longer afraid he would enter me without my total consent.

I followed him to his room. It was immaculate and spare but for a bench and set of weights.

Hesitating, I undressed to my panties and bra. He frowned, and I shimmied out of my panties and unhooked my bra. Our piercings were swollen and pink, which was to be expected.

He held the sheet back, and I slipped in next to him.

What am I thinking? I'm as close to having sex with my nephew as possible. In my brother's house even. I willingly got into bed with him now. We are both naked. What was I thinking? I'm thirty-seven, and he's eighteen. I know better. I need to put a stop to this.

He spooned in behind me, wrapped his arm around me, careful to keep his arm below my tits. I felt his sigh on the back of my neck.

​I stood at a crossroads, my mind swirling with conflicting emotions. At thirty-seven, I believed I should be the one with wisdom and restraint, steering clear of the forbidden territory. Yet, here I was, undeniably drawn to an eighteen-year-old man who refused to give up. I knew I shouldn't be encouraging him.

I couldn't deny the feelings that I had whenever he was near. But society's expectations and taboos could change our lives forever. I knew I should resist, be responsible, and honor my loyalty toward his father, my brother.

My libido waged war against my conscience. Should I risk the family I held dear? Should I go by the societal norms that dictate our paths should never intertwine? Yet, I feared the consequences, the judgments, and the shattered trust that would undoubtedly follow.

With every passing day, even though we interacted little, our connection grew stronger.

I fell asleep with no honest answer other than I shouldn't feel like I do.

It was dark when I woke, and it took me a moment to recognize my surroundings. I was still wrapped in his arms in Ethan's bed, and I scrambled to sneak into my room because I knew Oliver would be home from work by now.

I moved through the darkness to find the door and slammed into a hard, hot body.

"Where're you going?" Ethan's arms wrapped around me, pulling me tight against his body. My nipples dug into his chest, and for a moment, I wondered why they felt so different.

I tried to push away. "Your Dad should be home. I need to get back to my room."

He held me tighter and said, "He was. He showered and left on a date. I told him you were napping."

Overwhelmed by relief, I sank against him​. The mere thought of ​Oliver finding me ​in bed ​with his son sent shudders down my spine. There was no plausible explanation that wouldn't insult his intelligence. If faced with that scenario, I would have no choice but to divulge the complete truth and bear the consequences, no matter what they may be.

"This was dangerous and stupid, Ethan. If your father would have caught us in bed..." I shook my head at the thought.

"He didn't, and he won't, Brooke. I wouldn't put our relationship in jeopardy like that. Nor would I do it to you and him."

"Our relationship?"

He walked me backward to the bed and pushed me, following me down. My legs spread automatically, and he sank into the cradle of my thighs. He was pushed up on his elbows, looking down at me. My chest heaved; my breasts pressed into his chest. Ethan pushed up higher so my nipples didn't rub his chest, which moved him deeper between my thighs. His cock was hard. Throbbing against my cunt.

​"Brooke, there's no doubt that we share a relationship," he insisted, his voice unwavering. "You know you want me, and I fully know how much I need you. Let's not question the circumstances that brought us together." He kissed me, his hair cascading down, forming a private curtain around our faces. "This wasn't a deliberate decision on our part. It unfolded organically, and it will continue to unfold. The attraction and shared connection between us cannot be denied."

"From the moment I saw you, I felt the spark, a magnetic pull between us. I know you felt it, too." My legs relaxed as he settled deeper. "Brooke, the intensity of our connection is undeniable. It's like we are two halves of a whole, drawn together by forces beyond our control."

"You want to explore the passion I've awakened in you. You never knew it existed within you, and I understand that. You have done nothing but enhance it for me. We will take this on together."

How can a man this young know all this about me? I thought. I tentatively placed my hands on his back. His skin was soft but hard underneath. My hands trembled on his hot skin, and I stroked down his back to his ass.

"Yesss, touch me, Brooke. I've been wanting this so bad," he hissed, dropping his head next to mine but still supporting himself away from my breasts.

I cupped his ass, stiff muscles flexed in my hands, and his cock pressed against my steamy cunt. I dug my nails into the hard globes, and he moaned in my ear. Without even thinking about it, I slapped his ass with my hand.

"Oh god, babe, oh my god, yeah," he moaned. "Again." And I did it again and again and again until my hand was numb.

I hooked my heels inside his legs and spread them wider. Both hands stroked over his ass, my fingers meeting in the middle, scratching at his balls. He gasped, pushing higher on my body so I could take his balls at my fingertips.

He rocked against me, his rigid shaft sliding between my soft pussy lips, and I moaned.

Remembering his piercing, I asked, "Does that hurt?"

He kissed me, stroking his tongue in and out of my mouth.

"Yes, but that's okay. I like it," he whispered against my lips.

"No, no," I said, running my hands up his back. "It'll get infected. We have to wait."

He lifted his head to look at me. "Wait?" I dropped my gaze to his lips. They quirked at each corner, and I nodded. "To fuck?"

I moaned. "Ethan." As intimate as we've been, I still couldn't talk to my nephew like that.

"Yes, we will wait. I want to hear you cry out my name when I'm buried deep inside you. I want to feel your cunt tighten on my cock when you cum. I want you to look into my eyes when you do." I shuddered at his words.

He rocked his hardness against me, then moved lower, carefully kissing my breasts, avoiding my still-tender nipples.

Ethan kissed down my stomach and nuzzled the tiny patch of auburn curls. He smoothed his hands on my inner thighs, spreading them wider.

"Such a pretty pink pussy. I knew it would be like this." He planted a kiss between my legs. "You're so wet for me." I couldn't deny that. "You smell as sweet as I imagined you would."

Teeth clamped onto a swollen, smooth lip, and he tugged. I moaned softly. His soft hair trailed over my inner thighs like tiny lightning bolts. His breath was hot and steamy.

Nibbling on my lips, his finger slid inside me. I moaned, and my hips automatically rocked up.

"You want to fuck me," he breathed against my cunt.

"I do," I whimpered, and he swiped at my hard clit with the tip of his tongue. "Oh my god," I cried out.

My ex-husband wasn't clever with oral sex, so this was really my first experience with it.

"You're so responsive," he moaned, flicking his tongue rhythmically across my clit and stroking in and out of me with his fingers.

I gripped his sheets and arched; sorry, I made him get his cock pierced that day. I needed him so badly. Needed his cock deep inside me. Filling me. Stretching my tight canal. I threaded my fingers through his long, soft hair while he ate me, taking me higher and higher.

He pushed in faster and faster and increased the tempo of his tongue on my clit. My hips rocked out of control.

"Oh my god, Ethan," I cried out, my body going rigid. It felt like I was thrown off a cliff and free-falling. I moaned through waves of orgasm, his mouth locked to my pussy, lapping up all my juices.

He moved up next to me and gathered me in his arms. "God, Brooke, you're so fucking sexy. You drive me crazy," he groaned.

His cock lay on his stomach, red and throbbing. "I would but..."

"Yeah, not for another day or two." He kissed me. "Then I'm going to bury myself so deep inside you we'll never recover."

I didn't know if I'd ever recover from this, much less having him inside me. Once that happened, I wasn't sure I'd ever be able to let go.

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Ethan had left for school, and I set plates in front of Oliver and me.

"I'm really liking you here, Brookie," he grinned, digging into his breakfast.

I smiled, not without some guilt. "I'm glad. This has been an opportunity for me to decompress."

"I know, honey. You went through a lot." He finished his breakfast and sat back in his chair. "I've been seeing this lady, and I'd like you and Ethan to meet her."

"Ohhh, sounds serious!"

He shrugged. "It could be. Maybe. She wants me to stay over sometimes, but I'm uncomfortable until Ethan meets her. I'm not sure how he'd feel. He will graduate soon, but still..."

"I get it. That's a tough situation. If you're serious about her, though..."

"That's the thing. I'm not sure about that yet. I don't want to prematurely involve her with the family, and then it doesn't work out."

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It was a warm spring day, and Oliver had the heat on in the pool. I thought I'd try it. I slipped on my one-piece halter swimsuit and looked in the mirror. Red was not typically my color, but I tried to do everything that wasn't normal. This worked, I thought to myself, turning.

The legs were high cut, but the suit was full coverage. It tied behind my neck and had a deep V neckline. Sexy but not overly revealing. I grabbed a book and my sunglasses.

I read for a while, then dozed in the hot sun. I woke, rolled to my stomach to get more sun, and promptly fell asleep again.

The next time, I decided to get in the pool. The water was refreshing and woke me up. I did some laps, then floated on my back, letting the water lap on my body.

"What a hot thing to come home to," Ethan growled in my ear, startling me. He must have gotten in when I was swimming laps. He pulled the tie behind my neck, and the top dropped on my suit, baring my breasts to the sun and his eyes.

"Ethan," I warned, seeing his lusty look.

He toyed with the barbells that poked through my nipples. "These are all healed now."

The sensation of his touch and manipulation of the jewelry made me gasp. He had his arms under me and leaned down to suck on my nipples, tugging the barbells with his teeth. The sensation went straight to my pussy, and I arched.

"Touch me," he whispered hoarsely.

He was naked, and I found his cock, hard and throbbing. I toyed with the jewelry that pierced the head of his cock. He groaned and thrust his hips. I wrapped two fingers tightly around the stiff shaft, and he pushed through.

"Brookie, I need to be inside you."

Just the thought of his rigid cock stretching my pussy and the feel of the fat silver metal ball end horseshoe rubbing my canal almost made me cum.

He tugged on the barbell with his teeth, and I moaned, arching my tits into his face.

"We can't now, Ethan. Your Dad...." He slipped his fingers inside me, and I moaned. "Stop Ethan. It's getting late. He could be home any time." I pushed out of his arms and stood in the pool.

He pulled me against him, pinning me against the wall. His cock was hot and hard and throbbing against me beneath the water.

"I know, baby," I soothed. I wrapped my legs around him, and he ground against me. His heavy breath rasped in my ear, and he ground into my open pussy, the thin knit of my swimsuit the only thing that kept him from penetrating me.

I ran my hands down his back and squeezed his hard ass, tensing with every thrust. He groaned when I dug my nails into his ass and scraped them up his back.

He grunted faster, lost in the climb to the top. The abrasion of his cock rubbing my clit sent me off, and I squeezed my legs around him tighter and panted waves of orgasm in his ear. He growled. His cock throbbed with each pump of his seed, lost in the sloshing water.

He gasped for breath, leaned down, and sucked a biting kiss on my bare tit.

"Mine. You are mine," he murmured.

He waded out of the pool, grabbed his clothes, and disappeared into the house.

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His high school graduation was next week, and I went to his room after he got home. A video was playing on his large computer screen, but the door was open.

"Ethan?"

"You don't have to ask to come into my room."

I walked up behind his chair. "Thank you." I stood momentarily, taking in what I saw on the screen. "Now I see where you get your ideas from."

The screen held row after row of porn video thumbnails. He'd click on one, and it would pop up full screen. He reached back over his shoulders and pulled me closer, cradling his head between my tits.

"Mmm," he moaned. He placed my hands flat on his bare chest while he clicked through the short videos.

Black and white couples, oral sex, bondage, male and female wrestlers, and scroll and scroll.

"You like?"

"Mmm," I said noncommittally.

"Don't lie. I can feel the difference in your breathing," he said, turning his head and nuzzling my breast through my bra and t-shirt. "What did you like?"

Somewhat embarrassed, I said, "The wrestling. I've never seen that before."

"I think it's hot too." He looked up, pulling me down for a kiss. It heated quickly, and he pulled me around to his lap.

"Ethan."

"Dad won't be home for two hours. I won't fuck you because I'll need more time than that."

He pulled my t-shirt over my head and unhooked my bra. My tits spilled into his hands. His cock was hard and throbbing against my hip. He clicked on the wrestling videos. Some were cheesy. Some were exciting to watch.

He rubbed my tits and tugged on the barbells. I moaned, and he dipped his head to suck a nipple into his mouth. I held his head while he sucked and pulled. I'd never imagined that a piercing could enhance sexual intensity like that.

"Brookie, do you know how hot you make me? I want to fuck you every minute of the day. I want you to beg for it. I want to beg for it."

His words were inflaming, and my panties were soaking through my shorts.

"Ethan, I want you too. More than you know. This is so wrong. I'm your aunt. Your Dad is my brother. He would be hurt beyond belief if he ever caught us like this. He'd never forgive me because I'm the adult here."

"He doesn't have to know. He won't find out. I'll make sure of that. Although I don't want to, we will wait until it's right."

I felt relieved because I didn't know I could have stopped him if he pushed the issue. He was so seductive without trying that I was afraid I would have been caught up in the vortex.

"Thank you," I whispered, my hand on his cheek. "Lord knows I shouldn't even be agreeing to it ever. But I want you to. More than I've ever wanted any man."

"Really? More than your ex?" he asked.

I laughed without humor. "After experiencing us now, I can see what we were missing. What never was."

"Because I want to make you happy, Brookie. In all ways. Beyond us finally joining together. The final intimacy and man and woman can have."

I brushed my lips on his, and instead of it turning hot and heavy immediately, it was long and loving. He gathered me tightly to his body, and we kissed for a long time. The grunts and groans and sex sounds coming from the screen.

I laid my head on his shoulder, and he clicked through more videos. He pulled up some cocks with Prince Albert piercings, but the jewelry was much more elaborate.

"Do you like that?" I asked.

"Oh god, yeah," he groaned in my hair. "I found some different jewelry for your nipples too." He clicked through a few more screens. "What do you think?"

"I still don't think we should have sex. Go the whole way, I mean," I said, stumbling over my words. "We should just stick with playing. We are related. It's not right." I had difficulty convincing myself, much less talking him out of it.

"Mmmhmm," he murmured,

I squirmed around enough to straddle his lap. His mound was stiff and throbbing, and I rocked my open pussy on it. He wore thin night pants, and I had lightweight knit shorts. There is not much fabric between our needy sex. He squeezed my ass and pulled me into him.

I rocked on him, rubbing my tits on his bare chest while we kissed. It quickly turned hot and wet while we ate at each other's mouths. I found his nipples twisted and pinched. He groaned louder.

"Oh god, yeah, baby. Don't stop. You know what I like," he growled deep and hoarse.

I pinched and tugged, and his cock overheated between us. The stiff shaft rubbed against my clit, and I whimpered out a long orgasm in his mouth. He thrust up, pulled me onto him, and released his wet heat between us.

After we regained our breath, I held his face in my hands and said, "Next time, that'll be inside my hot wet pussy."

He fisted my hair and ground his mouth into mine. "If I hadn't just cum, those words would have had me buried inside you. Fuck waiting. Dad could have walked in on us while I was ball deep in you, and I couldn't have stopped."

I smiled, knowing it was wrong between us but oh so right. There was no way I could stop him from taking it to the next level. I couldn't if I wanted to.

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The following day, Olliver asked if I'd talked to Ethan about what he wanted for graduation.

"I'm sorry, I fell asleep early last night, and by the time I woke up, he was sleeping. I will today."

I poured two more cups of coffee, and he said, "I may leave for the weekend after his graduation. Joy has a nephew graduating and asked me to come with her."

"Oh? Oh! That'd be so nice, Oliver. You deserve some time away."

"I don't have to worry about Ethan now that you're here, and getting away does sound good."

I nodded, looking down at my coffee as I stirred in the sugar.

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Ethan had finals and was late coming home from school. I was in the kitchen cutting vegetables for dinner.

He came up behind me, slipped his hands under my shirt, pulled my bra down under my tits, and kneaded and caressed.

"Mmm, Ethan,' I moaned, setting the knife aside so I didn't cut myself.

He kissed my neck. "Brookie, you smell so good," he breathed. "And you're so soft."

"I just took a shower."

"And you didn't wait for me. Very naughty." He rolled my nipples in his fingertips, twisting them harder. I gasped and arched my tits into his hands. "You like that, don't you?" I gripped the edge of the countertop and thrust my tits into his hands again.

He squeezed my tits and pinched my nipples together. He ground into my ass.

He slid a hand over the flat of my stomach and into my shorts. "No panties. I like that a lot." His fingers stroked through the soft, wet folds. "You did that for me."

I gasped, holding his forearm and pushing his hand further into my panties. I was wanton. A molten mess for my nephew. He found buttons I never knew I had, and I could hardly wait to feel him inside me. I decided not to tell him that his Dad would be gone for the weekend after his graduation to save it as a surprise.

"Cum for me, Brookie," he growled in my ear. His fingers worked their magic between my legs, and I shuddered out a breathtaking orgasm. He wrapped his arm around me because my knees were too weak to hold me up.

"Oh god, Ethan."

"I will take you higher than you've ever been," he promised.

We heard the front door close as Oliver came home from work. Ethan got his hand out of my pants and backed away just as his Dad went into the kitchen.

"Something smells good!" Oliver said.

"It sure does!" Ethan said, smirking at me while he licked his fingers.

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Oliver was so proud to see his son walk across that stage to accept his diploma. He had a rough go of it for a while after his mom died but had come out the other end just fine. We went out to dinner, both men dressed in suits and stunningly handsome.

"You look beautiful tonight, Auntie Brooke," Ethan said at dinner.

"She does, doesn't she? I don't think I've ever seen you dressed up like this," my brother said.

I blushed. "Thank you, both."

We ate and then went to the bar for live music. Ethan drank soda, and Oliver ordered drinks for us.

"Dance, Brooke?" Ethan asked.

"I would, thank you."

He pulled me close to his body and murmured in my ear. "You've kept me hard all night in that dress. I keep imagining I can see your body through it." He growled in my ear. "You drive me crazy."

I wore a black lace cocktail dress lined with a nude color. At first, it looked like my skin was showing through the heavy black lace. I knew it was the dress I wanted the instant I saw it, and truth be known, I bought it for Ethan. I knew he'd like it.

"I'm glad you like it," I smiled.

The song drew to a close, and he said, "Soon Brooke. You can't put it off much longer. We will be joined soon."

Sooner than you think, I thought.

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On Friday, I set the table for two.

"Where's dad," Ethan asked, sitting down to dinner.

"He's gone for the weekend."

He looked at me a moment. "Really?" I nodded.

We ate, and as usual, he went to his room after dinner. I cleaned up and went to my room, showered, and prepared for his visit.

I knew tonight was the night. There was no putting it off, and I didn't want to. Right or wrong, I was fucking my nephew tonight.

I wanted the tease and had found a sheer silk nightie. The white silk dropped to a deep V between my breasts. Each was held tight so that my nipples pushed through the sheer. The gown fell to the floor from under my breasts.

It was split up the front so as I walked, it would part, showing the tuft of auburn curls and my long, shapely legs.

I grew impatient and went to his room.

He was on top of the covers, sleeping. He faced me on his side, his muscular body at rest. Round ass globes into thickly muscled thighs. I realized then he could have easily overpowered me at any time. Yet he didn't.

"Mmm, what is this vision? I hope it's not a dream," he murmured, reaching out to pet the nest of curls. "And those breasts. Just straining to bust out of that silk and into my hands." He rolled onto his back. "I need to taste you. Come here."

I straddled his face. The silk spread behind me and floated over his naked body.

"God, you're so fucking sexy, Brooke. Your husband was crazy to give you up. But you're mine now."

I felt his puffs of breath on my pussy that was already wet with need. So ready to be filled with his cock. He teased my clit with the tip of his tongue. I moaned when he scratched my nipples through the translucent silk.

"I need you to fuck me, Ethan. I want your cock inside me," I moaned as I whimpered out my first orgasm. I know I flooded his mouth when I came.

I knelt next to him, running my lips up the length of his cock. It was stiff and throbbing. His balls were fat and full, and I nuzzled them before sucking each smooth orb into my mouth.

"Oh yeah, Brookie. Just like that baby," he moaned. "Suck it." I scrubbed the head of his cock, lapping up the precum that was leaking out.

My gown parted as I straddled him. I slid my smooth lips over the length of his cock as he watched me through slitted eyes.

"You look so fucking sexy," he growled.

I leaned forward and held his cock, my long auburn hair flowing over my breasts. I rose, sliding the head of his cock down my juicy wet lips. He watched. Although the tension in his body wanted him to drive up into me, ball deep, he allowed me to pace it.

His cockhead pushed into my heat and I moaned. Then, slowly, I savored it as I slid down. His cock stretched my cunt with the most delicious feeling. The Prince Albert worked as a stimulation for him, and he hissed through his teeth as my tight cunt tugged at it.

I ground down, taking him as deep as I could. His cock was made for my cunt. He filled me completely, stretching my walls with each hard throb.

"Oh god, Brookie, I knew it would be like this," he hissed. He held my hands, then ran his hands over my tits, still tight in the silk. "This is so hot."

I moaned when he pinched my nipples hard and long through the sheer. My thirty-six Ds seemed to swell even fuller in his hands. I began to ride him.

"Your cock feels like hot steel inside me, Ethan." Reacting to my words, his cock twitched. "Oh, baby."

I leaned forward, the stiff shaft rubbing my clit, my tits hanging. He slid his hands over my ass and up my back, peeling the gown over my head. It floated to the floor next to the bed.

He leaned up, caught a nipple in his teeth, and tugged. I moaned for more. He squeezed my nipples together and pinched them. My cunt clenched around his heat each time. I rode faster. The abrasion on my clit and tugging on my nipple rings sent me over the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned, flipping me under him. I dug my heels into his ass as he began to pound into me deep and hard. "Ohhhhhh fuckkkkk." His voice vibrated.

"Harder, baby," I whimpered, and he drove harder.

I scored my nails down his back and dug them into his hard-muscled ass. He moaned, and I squeezed. I loved the stiff, tensing muscles, and he thrust in.

He angled higher so his cock rubbed my clit again, sending me over the edge. I whimpered the waves that drove through my body. My juices were running out of me, down over his balls. He gasped each plunge into me, his breath rasping.

"Fuck me, Ethan. Fuck me harder!"

Our bodies slammed together faster as we both climbed the peak.

"God damn baby, I'm cumming," he roared, his voice hoarse and loud.

He grunted and shouted each powerful pump of heat deep inside me. His potent seed flowed, mixed with mine, and gushed out.

I dug my nails into his quivering ass, holding him tight into me. I wanted every drop.

"Give it to me, Ethan. I want all your seed," I ground out, my voice rusty. My legs wrapped around his waist, my cunt convulsing and milking his cock.

He didn't pull out. He held himself over me, catching his breath.

"Oh baby," he said, kissing me. "My auntie gave me the ride of my life."

"And my nephew gave me the fucking of my life."

He rolled to his side, pulling me against him. His chest was still heaving.

"That was different. More intense," he said.

"Because of who we are to each other. Incest adds to the intensity." I ran my fingers through his long, soft hair.

"Yes. When you got here... I saw you from the house... I felt a magnetism... I wanted to be inside you right then and there. That you were my aunt made no difference. My body and soul reacted." I snuggled into his arms. "You were so proper, but I knew you were sizzling hot. Your husband was an ass for letting you go."

I shrugged. "It's all good. It's in the past."

"When I saw you in the shower, you don't know how much I wanted you then. But I wasn't going to force myself on you. I wanted you to come to me. You needed me inside you. I knew you wanted me to, but you had to make the final move."

"I'm glad I did. Right up until last night, I knew it was wrong. I shouldn't want my nephew like I did. I shouldn't have fantasized about him. My brother's son. It just wasn't right."

He moaned and pulled me close. "But you needed me more."

"I did," I admitted. "I thought sex was great with my ex. You took me higher than he ever did."

"And we're just getting started, Brookie."

We stayed in bed most of the weekend, only getting up for food and showers. He woke up often with his cock in my mouth. I woke up with him slipping into my wetness from behind.

We finally got to fuck in the shower. Later, he held my wrists above my head and fucked me hard and fast. Other times, slow and arousing, with lips and hands all over each other's bodies.love that you wake the neighbors when you cum," he smiled, feeding me a slice of orange.

"I love that your cock twitches and jerks inside me when I talk dirty to you."

"I love that those nipple piercings bring you so much pleasure." I moaned and nodded.

"And I love your big body wrapped around me. I feel so safe."

"And loved, I hope. Because I do love you. Not only as auntie but as my lover," he choked at the end with emotion.

"I love you too, Ethan. As both. Wrong as it is, I'm in love with you."

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Oliver came home so happy and satiated himself that he didn't notice that his sister and son were the same. We tried to keep our hands off each other, but I was afraid my brother caught more than he should.

I was startled out of my sleep that night when I felt the covers lift.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, feeling Ethan's naked body spoon against me.

He rocked his hardness into my ass. "What do you think I'm here for?" I could hear the grin in his voice.

"Your dad is home!" I knew that Ethan and I weren't quiet when we fucked, and there was no way we could do it with my brother in the house.

"So?" He slipped his hand inside my top and cupped a tit.

I moaned. "He'll hear us!" He pinched my nipple, and I moaned louder. "Stop it!"

He nipped my earlobe and whispered. "I'm going to fuck you, auntie. I need to feel your body around mine. I need to bury my cock inside you." My pussy gushed at his words. He slipped a hand in my sleep shorts. "Feel how wet you are for me, auntie."

I groaned as he stroked through my silky folds.

"Oh my god, stop it, Ethan... Your Dad..."

"My dad knows and, in fact, thought about fucking you a long time ago."

"What?!"

"Ummhmm," he slipped a finger inside me. "He said he used to fantasize and jerk off thinking about you."

The thought of my brother doing that excited me.

"Really?"

"Really. He said if he didn't have a girlfriend, I might have to share you with him."

"Oh my god."

He slipped another finger inside me and began to finger fuck me.

"Would you like that auntie?" He pushed his fingers deeper. "Would you like your brother fucking you too?"

Ehan's words were inciting. I moaned as the vision of Oliver fucking me while I sucked his son's cock ran through my mind like a porn video.

"Mmm, I think she likes that idea," he smiled, still fucking me with his fingers. My cunt convulsed around his fingers as I tried to stifle my orgasm.

"Let it out, baby, scream so your brother hears you cum. Make him wonder if it's his son's cock that makes you scream out like that. Make him imagine what his cock would feel like in his sister's wet hot pussy."

"Oh god, Ethan." I was a melted puddle of emotion and arousal. "Fuck me. I need your cock in me now. Now!"

I rolled to my knees, and he mounted me from behind. He wrapped my hair around his fist and began to ride me. I slammed back into him, taking him deep and hard. Needing him to fill me. His balls slapped my clit, sending me off again. This time, I didn't stifle the sound of my waves of orgasm.

"That's it, baby, cum loud and hard. Your cunt is so fucking tight on my dick. I'm going to cum, baby. Hang on," he ground out.

He drove in deep and held my hips while he pumped his load of cum inside me. The liquid heat filled me, sending me off again. Our gasps and shouts reverberated off my bedroom walls.

As I was cuddled against him, I said, "I think it excites you to think of me and your dad together, doesn't it?"

"Fuck yeah. I'll share. I want to watch you get the real fucking of your life from your brother!"

Ethan was in my bed almost every night after his dad discovered we were fucking.

I loved sucking his dick. It was smooth and thick and thickly veined. I could make his body quiver when I'd tongue the sensitive head and probe the hole.

Flicking my tongue on the underside of the tip made him shiver with pleasure. He loved it when I stroked him while his balls were in my hot, wet mouth, my tongue toying with the fat orbs.

I could make him shudder when I licked the sensitive spot behind his balls, then up the seam and underside to the tip. I would graze my teeth down the shaft when I sucked his cock into my mouth. His hips would begin to rock when I ran my tongue around the rim and abraded my teeth over the satiny head.

I loved to milk up the precum and lick it off.

After I'd tease him, he would fuck my mouth hard and fast until he exploded. I'd hold his cock so white pearls of cum would spray my face and tits.

"God, auntie, you're the best," he groaned, pulling me against him while he caught his breath. "Dad asked if you were a good cocksucker."

"What!? Really?" I found it exciting that he asked and that they talked about us having sex.

I noticed recently that Oliver was more attentive to me. Little brushes as we passed each other, lingering hugs, teasing little smiles. I liked it. I was beginning to see him less like a brother and more like a sexy man.

"And you told him what?" I asked.

"I told him he'd have to try you and find out," he laughed.

"But he has a girlfriend!" I objected. "She should be keeping him happy."

"Hmm, yeah, you'd think so, but maybe he hears us, and it doesn't quite measure up to what he has with Joy."

"Oh no!"

Ethan laughed. "What? Would it be so tough for you to take care of your brother and your nephew?"

"I don't honestly know. I haven't thought about it like that."

Fucking them both? I am feeling more of a sexual attraction to my brother. And I see that I can arouse him. Sleeping with them both, however. Ethan isn't jealous and, in fact, is excited about sharing me. Thinking of a threesome with them is exciting. I know I'd be the piece of attraction.

"I can hear your mind working," Ethan chuckled.

"So, you wouldn't be jealous?"

"Not at all," he said.

"I do like the idea of sucking your cock while my brother fucks me. Or you fucking me while I sucked his cock. Would you like that?"

"Oh baby, you have the vision of a porn movie producer. Fuck yeah, I like the idea. How about I eat you while he fucks your mouth?"

"Mmm," I murmured, squirming. "Okay, let me think about it for a while."

He agreed, then proceeded to fuck me silly.

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It was summer and hot. We all wore less clothing because of that. I often wore crop T-shirts or halter with shorts. The guys wore shorts. Oliver started wearing knit gym shorts.

One of the sexiest things I've ever seen is a man going commando while they wore sweats. I had a neighbor who worked around his house like that, and I'd get my vibrator out while watching through a window. I often felt he did it on purpose. He liked to show off, and I wanted to watch. Win-win.

My brother took to being commando in his gym shorts. He couldn't have known what a turn-on it was for me--my little fetish. But damn, he had me wet when he'd do that.

He was on his back, replacing the kitchen disposal, and called for me to help. I went to my hands and knees, peering in the under-sink cupboard.

"Whatcha need?" I asked, and he lifted his head to look at me. I saw his Adams's apple bob hard.

"There's a large screwdriver in the toolbox I need."

I leaned across his body to retrieve the screwdriver and brushed the growing mound in his shorts. When I leaned back in the cabinet, I realized my breasts were swinging free in my halter, and he likely had a good shot right down between.

I smiled. "Is this what you want?"

He took the screwdriver and mumbled. I leaned on my hands, which squeezed my tits together, giving him a better view down my halter. He handed it back to me, his eyes fixed on my tits.

When I leaned across his body to put it back in the toolbox, my tits pushed down on his throbbing mound. I heard a groan from the cupboard.

I teased him unmercifully like that until the job was done.

When he stood up, his cock tented the front of his shorts and had created a wet spot.

"Nice job, bro," I smiled.

"You too, sis," he said, rolling his eyes.

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I was doing laundry when Ethan came in.

"Hey, Brookie," he said, kissing me.

"Mmm, hey yourself," I said, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Suddenly, he picked me up and set me on the washer just as it started the spin cycle.

"Spread your legs."

I did, and the vibration went right to my clit, immediately sending me into waves of orgasm that pounded through my body. He slipped his hands under my crop top and began to knead my bare breasts. I moaned in his mouth, the vibration making my body shudder.

"Oh fuck, Ethan," I whimpered.

"Go with it, baby," he whispered against my lips.

The end of the cycle vibrated even harder, and I gasped, crying out with pleasure.

"Mmm," I moaned, melting into his body as he took me off the washer. My knees were like jelly, and he held me up for a minute so I could regain my strength.

He kissed the side of my neck. "You've never done that before?"

I shook my head, still too weak to even talk.

"That's a vibrator on steroids," I laughed.

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Ethan went out with his friends the following week, and Oliver was doing paperwork at his desk.

"Hey, Brooke, can you come to look at this to make sure I'm reading it right, please?"

"Sure!" I stood behind his office chair and leaned over his shoulder. "Which paragraph?"

He showed me, and I read it over. I leaned over him more, my tits pressed against his shoulders and neck while I pointed out the issue. My left arm was across his chest.

While we discussed the wording, he took my hands and pulled them down on his chest, so my head was next to his and my tits pressed into his shoulders. I was sure he could feel my nipples harden as he rubbed my arms. My hands were flat on his chest, and as I moved them, I felt his nipples harden under my palms.

He turned his head a little and said, "Thanks, baby."

"Sure." I kissed him on the corner of the mouth and slowly ran my hands up his chest over his shoulders as I backed away.

But not before noticing the bulge in his lap.

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Our interactions became more physical after that. I think we were both enjoying the foreplay so much that we were in no real hurry to take it to the next level.

I would find it would arouse me to wetness immediately as we started a tease.

While doing dishes at the sink, Oliver came up behind me with the rest of the dishes from dinner.

"Dinner was good tonight, Brookie," he said, hugging me from behind.

"Glad you like it! New recipe."

"New is good," he murmured near my ear.

"Ummhmm," I responded.

His hands slipped under my shirt until my breasts rested on his hands.

"Have I told you how much I like having you here?"

I rinsed several dishes and placed them on the rack to dry. As I moved, my breasts settled over his hands.

"I like being here, Oliver. A lot."

His thumbs rubbed the underside of my tits, which is a highly sensitive area for me. I sucked in a breath and felt my nipples tighten almost painfully. I leaned back into him. His thumping meat pushed against my ass.

He continued to caress the underside of my tits, and my pussy responded by tingling and wetting my panties.

He nuzzled my neck and said, "I'm really enjoying this. Between us."

I shivered. "Me too." I arched my neck to his kisses. "Oh, Oliver," I sighed.

"Yes, baby," he said, sounding like his son.

His thumbs edged higher, rubbing the tiny bumps around my nipple. I arched, needing more.

"You're so hard," I whimpered.

"I am. For you." I swallowed hard at his words. "When you got here. I saw this drop-dead gorgeous woman get out of the car, and I forgot you were my sister. I wondered who that sexy woman was. I was stunned that you were so beautiful. You nearly doubled me over."

"I did?"

I swayed my hips, rubbing my ass over his hot mound.

"Yes. And before that. When you'd tell me about how he treated you... Your ex," he growled. "Thought about how I'd take care of you. Fantasize about us being together." He thumbed my hard nipple and felt it grow longer. "Oh, baby." He sucked in a shivering breath, and his hips rocked into me rhythmically.

"I watched you once. When we were in college. You thought you were home alone." I stopped whimpering when his hand slipped into my panties. "You'd just taken a shower and were walking around the house naked."

He toyed with my curls. "Oh yeah? Did you like that?"

"Oh yeah," I sighed, then gasped as his fingers drew through my soft lips.

"God, you're so wet, Brookie," he breathed, his hips rocking faster, out of control.

"Your cock was the biggest I'd ever seen. And your balls, too. They were so big and swayed as you walked. I imaged how full they were of your seed," I whispered hoarsely.

He groaned. "I wish you would have come into my room right then. I wanted to see you naked. These," he kneaded my tit, "drove me crazy, you know. And at that time, mom was on her bikini kick."

"Mmm, did that turn you on too, baby?" I asked.

"Fuck yeah. But your tits were bigger than hers. I saw hers but never got to see yours."

He slowly stroked through my pussy lips.

"You saw mom's bare tits?"

"Yeah, all the time. When I'd get back from classes for the day, she wanted me to rub coconut oil on them so she could lay in the sun topless."

Hearing that was such a turn-on for me, my pussy got even wetter. I reached behind me and squeezed his fat cock through his shorts. He groaned.

"I'm close, baby. And when I have you, I want it to be in my bed with your naked body against mine," he growled.

I understood because I wanted that, too.

I slipped my hand into his shorts and tried to wrap my hand around his cock. He was much larger than Ethan, but I knew that from seeing my brother naked.

He began to tease my clit as I stroked his heated cock. We both began to moan as we got higher. He stiffened. His cock throbbed hard in my hand and exploded. When I felt that, orgasms racked through my body. He kneaded my tits and pulled at my nipples, sending me higher.

I collapsed back against him, and he held me for a moment. I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck.

"I'm so glad we all found each other," I smiled, kissing him.

He groaned, taking the kiss deeper and more passionate. Tongues tangled and muffled moans of desire. This was only the beginning for us. All of us.

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Oliver and I continued to tease each other, only on a new level. Ethan spent almost every night in my bed. And now that I knew Olliver was listening, I wanted to give him something to look forward to. I didn't hold back on my vocalizations. That only served to excite Ethan more as well.

Oliver left for work, and Ethan for morning classes. I went up to shower to start my day.

When the cool air hit me in the shower, I knew someone was joining me.

"I hope you're here to wash my back?" I said softly.

"I'm here to do whatever you want."

"I thought you went to work!"

"I did, but I forgot some paperwork in my office. I heard the shower and said fuck it, I'll be late going back." I could hear the smile in his voice.

I turned and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Mmm Oliver, I'm so glad you said fuck it."

"At least until I can fuck you," he murmured, pulling me against him. "God, you feel so good against me." I rubbed my hardening nipples into his chest. "I wish I could fuck you right now, but not enough time."

"Playtime is fun with you," I said, his cock slipped between my thighs. "Very fun."

He lifted me and pressed me against the wall, his cock sliding between my swollen pussy lips. Oliver was well-muscled, not as ripped as his son, but strong enough to handle me. We kissed passionately with lewd animal sounds as he drove through my pussy. I gasped in his mouth as the first wave of orgasm hit me.

"Damn, I need to be inside you, Brookie. So bad," he growled in my neck.

"I want to feel your fat cock stretching my tight cunt." He groaned at my words. "I can't wait to feel your heat explode in me when you cum. I want to hear you shout when you pump all your seed in me."

"Oh fuck," he ground out. Thrusting through my folds faster, rubbing my clit each time, keeping me on waves of pleasure.

"I want to feel you drive deep. My cunt is so hot for you. My nipples need your mouth. I need you to suck them so bad. They ache for your mouth."

He grunted each thrust through at hearing my words. Suddenly, he exploded between my legs. He shouted loudly, his voice echoing in the small room.

He slowly lowered me to my feet. "Damn it, Brookie, you're killing me."

"Soon, baby, soon."

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But it wasn't to be. We were all busy and didn't have time for each other. Even Ethan wasn't in my bed as often because he was studying for finals. Since it looked like I'd be staying longer than I thought, I had picked up a job I could work from home on the computer.

Oliver and I got in some passionate kissing. He loved to get his hands on my body, so he would often have his hands under my clothing. Several times, I could stroke him to orgasm, as he would take me along. But we needed the time together.

I know Ethan wanted us all together, and I also wanted that. But my first time with Oliver would be special, and I wanted it to be just us with time enough to

One night, Oliver called me into his office.

"Yes, sir?" I asked, straddling his lap.

He held my hips and pulled my cunt over his cock.

"Damn, I'm not sure how much longer I can wait, baby," he groaned. He pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it away. "So beautiful," he said, running his hands over my tits. "I love the nipple rings." He tugged with his teeth, and I moaned.

"Feels so good." I held his head to my breast, and he sucked rhythmically. I began to rock the same, and he moaned, mostly in frustration. "I want you inside me, too," I lamented. "But I also want to feel your skin next to mine."

"Just one time, I need to be alone with you. Have you all to myself."

"I understand, Oliver. I want the same. I can't kick Ethan out."

"No, I know that. We will share you with no problems. But. Just. One. Time..." he gritted out.

We kissed. Our kisses always turned deep and passionate. We ate at each other's mouths. Indecent sounds echoed in the room. I rubbed my tits on his bare chest, and he growled, pulling her tighter against him.

"Fuck. My cock wants to bust through and get into that hot pussy," he said, his voice low and hoarse. It throbbed between my open pussy lips. I wanted the same. The thin fabric between our aroused bodies did little to cool us down.

"I better go before we lose control. Like teenagers," I grinned, kissing him and running out of the room.

Ethan slipped under the covers that night after a late-night study session.

"Fuck me!" I said, rolling onto my back. "Fuck me hard and fast."

He rolled between my legs, drove in, and ramrodded into me. Just what I needed. I may be bruised tomorrow, but I needed it rough.

He ground in, rubbed my clit, and said, "Let's go to the stars together, baby." And we both shouted our release. At the same time, I knew Oliver was bringing himself to the same heights as us.

Ethan flopped to his back, breathing hard. "What the fuck. That was great, Brookie."

"Mmm, it was," I said, feeling a bit guilty that his dad was the one who had me fired up. But I knew eventually, it would all work out.

He gathered me in his arms. "I have to go upstate and pick up a buddy at college so he can get home for break. His car finally gave its last gasp."

"That's nice of you to do," I said, snuggling into his side. "When are you going? The week after next. I'll drive up one day and come back the next."

"Mmm, okay. Thanks for letting me know."

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Two weeks later, Oliver returned from work to a table set for two. He didn't ask and just assumed Ethan was out for the evening.

After cleaning dinner, I slipped my top over my head and dropped it on the way to the stairs. I shimmied out of my shorts and left them on the steps.

"What the hell?" Oliver laughed.

I pulled off my panties at the top, dangled them from my finger, and crooked it.

Already in the shower, I felt the rush of air.

"What a nice surprise this is, Brookie," he said, pulling me against him. "Mmm, you feel so good against me."

I turned to face him, wrapped my arms around his neck, and kissed him. "You'll feel so good inside me."

"Hmm?"

I reached down and squeezed his stiff shaft. "We are alone all night, baby."

"Oh, fucking hell, finally!' he nearly shouted.

We quickly washed under the steamy shower, dried, and ran to his bed.

I straddled his body and kissed him. My nipples brushed his thickly curled chest.

"This is our night, baby. You get your sister all to yourself."

"Fuck. You don't know how long I've waited for this. There are so many fantasies and wet dreams about you. Since you told me you watched me in college, I fantasized about what would have happened if you'd come into my room."

"We'd have been just like this. I'd have pushed you onto the bed, got naked, and on top of you," I smiled.

He groaned. "You're a sexy minx."

I began to kiss his chest and down his stomach. His fat cock lay throbbing on his belly. His balls were plump and full lolling on top of his thighs. I licked from his balls to the tip.

"Oh fuck, Brookie. I haven't had a mouth on my cock in--- so long because I don't remember."

I held it and looked up at him under my lashes while I twirled my tongue around the mushroom overhand. He grunted and jerked. I milked up the precum and lapped it off the tip, scrubbing the satiny skin with my tongue.

He squeezed his eyes shut and arched. The pleasure was intense. I spread his legs and knelt between them so that I could suck on his fat balls.

"Oh god, baby... So fucking good." He reached for me. "But I should---"

"This is for you. My sexy brother. Just relax and enjoy."

"Relax," he gave a little laugh, then gasped when I sucked the tender head into my mouth.

I milked up more precum and danced his balls on my fingertips while I slid my lips down his stiffness. He started a low moan that got louder as I began to fuck his cock with my mouth. I tugged on his balls and weighed their heft in my hand.

He watched my head bob up and down, my lips tight around the fat meat, my teeth lightly grazing.