For My Brother

Note : This story is completely fictional!

I awoke to the sound of Josh standing in the doorway. My younger brother, Josh had taken to hanging out with a cooler crowd this year and they spent several nights a week drinking out at a bonfire out at the ranch. Tonight he obviously had a few more than normal, as his figure was slumped against the doorframe as his eyes adjusted to the dark.

“Are you ok?” I asked him.
“Yeah, yeah I’m ok.” He returned as he stumbled into the room. A moment later I felt him fall onto my bed and curl up under the sheets. His bed was next to mine, but in his drunken state he had mistaken my bed for his. Had it been anyone else I would have bitched at them, but Josh was different. At 18 he had single handedly taken responsibility for everything dad needed done around the ranch, and I respected him greatly for having done it. Many people respected him, but I thought the world of him for doing so. And so I took care of him whenever he needed it. After mom had left I took over the cooking and cleaning and doing the laundry, and I always tried to make sure that everything was in order for Josh to do the things he needed. When he was drunk I cared for him, and when he was tired I tried to relieve some of his stress and relax him.

Tonight I did what I could to give him room on my bed, but I was hanging off the edge and with nothing more than my t-shirt to cover me I was getting cold. So I grabbed the covers and slipped back underneath them, then nudged Josh with my butt to get him to move over for me. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled himself closer to me.
“Josh, give me some room!” I nudged him with my butt again, trying to get him to back off and give me some room to sleep. He pulled himself closer.
I nudged him a third time. That is when I felt it. I hadn’t noticed it the first two timed but this time I felt his half erect penis against my butt. I froze for a moment. What could I do? I didn’t want him to think I was trying to turn him on. Maybe I could wait and it would go away?

I slowly nudged my bare butt against his boxers to see if it was still stiff… To my surprise it had grown larger and more erect. In nudging him I had accidently pressed his penis lightly between my legs before pulling away. Passed out and drunk next to me, he didn’t seem to mind as he tried to pull me back onto him. I froze again, scared.
What do I do? I thought. The idea of getting caught with my brother scared me. Daddy would be livid. And what if Josh woke up and saw what was going on? He would be disgusted!
I tried to pull away form him, but he pulled me back. His cock was now pressed firmly against my side as he began sliding it against my leg. I couldn’t crawl away, and when I did he only held me tighter.

“Josh?!” I tried to call his name to get him to move, but it came out more as a moan than call for help. “Josh, please stop!” I said under my breathe.
Josh began running his hands up and down my sides, then up my shirt. He held me close with one arm wrapped firmly around me as his other hand slipped up my shirt and cupped my breast. His hand was huge, and covered my small tit easily. I felt his thumb as it rubbed my nipple, the sensation caused it to stand up and get hard.
“Josh, we can’t do this.” I tried to convince him… I tried to convince myself. His strong hands forced my small, soft body against his. I felt like I was a tool, an instrument of satisfaction for him. I felt like I had no other option than to sit there and let him do whatever he wanted with me. The idea turned me on, I felt my pussy get wet at the thought of having his inside me.
“Josh, no. You have to stop!” I tried to fight him. He grabbed my wrists and held them over my head, then held them down against the pillow with one hand. With the other he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled my shirt up my back.

“Josh! What are you doing?!” He wasn’t fooling around, in his drunken stupor he was thinking of me as a willing piece of meat; a girl for him to take advantage of. I squirmed underneath him as he held me down and ran his dick against my ass. I closed my legs, hoping that he would stop if he couldn’t get inside of me. As I did, he did something I had never seen before.
Josh closed his legs against mine, holding them shit. Then, with a single thrust he pressed his cock between my closed ass cheeks and pushed himself inside of me.
“Josh! Fuck Josh Stop!” I let out a yelp as he entered me from behind. It stung, partially because I was so tight from him holding me close and partially because he was so big. I tried to beg him to stop, but my calls were silenced by lust. My brother was fucking me, he was raping me… and I was loving it.

After pushing his cock inside of me he had rest his body against my back and had begun repetitiously humping me as he continued to hold my hands down. As he began to hump faster he released my hands, and continued to run his hands up my shirt and against my hardened nipples. I closed my eyes and imagined what it looked like to have this hulking man fucking me. I imagined my face as I moaned with every thrust inside of me. I was an instrument of pleasure for him, I was his whore.
“Fuck me…” I said, softly. “Josh, fuck me… I’m all yours. You can do whatever you want to me.”

Without saying a word he slid a hand up my back to the base of my skull. He grabbed on to a handful of hair at its base and closed his hand tightly around it. Then, without hesitation, he slipped his dick out of me. I thought for a moment he would stop or, as my imagination continued, he would pick me and turn me around by the hair on my head and force himself into my mouth. That is not the idea he had.

With his legs still clenched tightly around mine he pushed himself back between my legs, this time he aimed higher. I let out a long, loud gasp as his cock, now wet from my pussy, slipped past the ring of my anus and deep into my ass. I had never ad anything inside me like that before, had never considered it. Now, with his hips pulsing repetitively against my ass and his dick pushing deep into me, I understood what I had heard about it. It hurt, but the pain was so deviant, so taboo… I loved it.

I tried to push back against him to give him some added depth into me, but it didn’t matter. He had forced himself as deep into me as he could go. I breathed deeply, feeling better than I ever had in my life.
“Oh, Josh… fuck me Josh… I’m all yours.” I felt his hand squeeze at the base of my skull. I couldn’t stop him if I tried.
“Josh… oh Josh!” I moaned and cried… I felt his balls lapping against my vagina, oh God he felt sooo good.
“Cum inside me baby, make me yours!” I felt his breathe become heavy against my back. I heard him stagger his breath as he tightened his grip against me. It began to hurt, I couldn’t breathe he was squeezing me soooo tight.
“Oh…” I heard him as he pounded me ass.

“Oh… Oh Kyla… fuck Kyla!” He said as he discharged a load of warm semen into my ass. As he did my vagina erupted in pleasure. He had taken advantage of me in his drunken state, but he knew that he was fucking his sister because he called my name. The whole situation was sooo wrong… So illegal… But it felt soooo good.
“Yes Josh, it’s me. Cum in me Josh, I’m all yours!” I screamed as I held my hand against his ass and felt him push his ejaculate into me. He cupped his hands against my tits and squeezed me again as another load shot into my ass.
“Oh… oh fuck!” He said as he pressed the remainder of his load in me and collapsed against my back.
Without saying a word he passed out against my back, his cock still buried in my ass. It had felt so wonderful, and though I had several orgasms throughout my getting fucked I used this opportunity to imagine other times, other things that he could do to me… I rubbed a finger against my vagina masterbated once more before falling asleep myself.

I did not know what to do in the morning, I did not know what to say or how to handle the situation. All I knew is that I hoped we could start off the conversation the same way we had ended it the night before.