Shhh! Don't Tell (10 BOOK BUNDLE TABOO EROTICA) (13 page)

She turned around in the shower and leaned up against the wall with one arm, letting the hot water hit her in the ass as she finger fucked herself harder now, thinking about all the things she would let Brad do to her. How she wouldn’t make him use a condom. She wasn’t on birth control and if he got her pregnant that would probably be a disaster but the thought of him filling her fertile womb with his hot semen sent her closer to climax.

“Oh, Brad,” she whispered. Her clitoris throbbed as she rubbed it fiercely now and she moaned, not trying very hard to keep quiet, hoping he would hear her and come finish the job. He was probably in his room right now with his hand wrapped around his dick. Could he be thinking about her? Her whole body tensed and then she writhed in pleasure as she made herself come, imagining Brad was coming inside her. The way it made her entire being relax was always surprising and she welcomed it, a feeling that was familiar like the changing of the seasons but still new and different each time.

After she finished in the shower, Bridgett got out and dried herself off, then wrapped the towel around her naked body. She could leave her fantasy as it was–just a fantasy. Or she could go into Brad’s room and tell him about it. Tell him all the things she wanted him to do to her; all the dirty, naughty things a brother and sister shouldn’t do. So far there had been a certain level of deniability. If he called her out on flirting with him and he was upset about it, she could tell him he was dreaming–why would she be flirting with him. They were brother and sister after all.

But they weren’t blood relatives. They were both young, fit, attractive people. It was only natural to be attracted to him. Her pussy started to tingle again as she remembered seeing his hard cock while he was in the shower.

She was going back to school at the end of the summer anyway so she might as well have fun with him while she was here she decided. At least see if he’s interested. Maybe he would be disgusted at the thought. Maybe there was something wrong with her.

His door was still slightly open, like she’d left it before and she couldn’t hear anything from inside. She knocked lightly on his door, part of her hoping he would tell her to fuck off and leave him alone then she would just forget the whole silly thing. But another part of her hoping she would go in and he would be in there naked, waiting for her.

“Yeah?” he said.

Bridgett cleared her throat. “I think I left something in there. Can I come in?” She waited for him to answer.

“Umm. You left something? I don’t think so.”

“I’m pretty sure I did. My black underwear.” Now she pushed the door open gently. He was laying on his bed still only wearing his shorts and he sat up quickly as she entered, looking back over at his desk. She looked over there too and saw her underwear–but not in the same place she’d left it she didn’t think. She started walking over to collect them and Brad jumped up out of the bed, making like he was going to run over there, but maybe realized he wouldn’t be able to beat her to the desk and he sat back down on the bed, watching her closely.

When she got to the desk, Bridgett saw what he was so nervous about. He’d deposited a huge load of come right into the crotch of her panties. Slowly, she picked them up, wanting to inspect the little gift he’d left for her, smell it, touch it, put it in her mouth, but she resisted for now and trying to act natural instead she bent over and stepped into them, pulling them up over her legs and under her towel, feeling his still warm semen against her naked pussy. Her heart pounded against her chest now and she looked over at Brad on the bed.

His eyes were huge, staring at her and the color drained from his face. She smiled at him and said, “Let me know when you want that massage,” then turned and sauntered out of his room, feeling his gaze follow her, unsure of what he was thinking, but completely turned on by the whole situation.

Back in her room now, she closed the door and let the towel fall off onto the floor then jumped into the bed, grinning madly. She put her hand down into her panties and felt his come there coating the lips of her pussy. It was hard to tell what was his come and what was hers because her cunt was slick with wetness now. This was the closest she’d ever been to having a guy come inside her and the feeling was amazing, especially knowing it was Brad’s come. She slipped her fingers deep inside herself, pushing his seed into her, not caring now if she got pregnant from it. Then she brought her fingers from her pussy up to look at them in the light. They glistened from the mixture of juices and she plunged them into her mouth, sucking on them, pretending it was Brad’s cock penetrating her face, licking them clean, moaning as she fantasized how she would pleasure him.

***

A soft knock came at the door and she quickly took her fingers from her mouth and sat up. “Yeah?”

“I’m ready for that massage,” Brad said from the other side of the door. “I mean if you’re not busy. It’s cool if you are, I can come back later.”

“No, that’s fine just give me a second.” She darted out of the bed for her closet and threw on a t-shirt and a pair of shorts and looked at herself in the mirror. Her nipples were hard and you could easily see them through the thin white material. The baggy shorts she had on weren’t all that sexy. Fuck it. She pulled them off and looked at herself again. The t-shirt was just long enough to cover her ass and of course she left the panties on with his come inside. He was here now and he must know that she knew he came in them and she wanted him to see that she was wearing them, letting his sperm touch her bare pussy. She pulled the back of the shirt up so that it rested on her tight ass, then took a deep breath. Calm down. Her stomach had that feeling of butterflies like the first time she’d ever been with a guy.

When she opened the door and smiled at him he gave her a forced smile and his eyes went straight to her tits then quickly down to the ground. This was too easy. His normally confident demeanor seamed to have abandoned him now and it emboldened her.

“Hey, come in.” She turned and walked towards the bed, letting her hips moved slowly from side to side giving him a full view of her ass in her black underwear. “Lay down. And take your shirt off too.”

Brad followed her in and she was sure he was hard because he put his arm unnaturally in front of his crotch when he passed her.

“Should I lay on my back or my stomach?”

“Lay on your stomach first.” She pulled the covers back on her bed for him.

He took his shirt off then laid down on his stomach, completely still, like an animal being stalked. In a way he was. She smiled, feeling more easy since he was just as nervous as she was.

She climbed up on the bed and straddled him, sitting straight down on his firm ass, feeling it press up against her pussy, pushing his come into her lips.

The muscles in his back rippled as he moved his arms up above his head. He inhaled deeply and his rib cage expanded then he let it out slowly, audibly sighing.

She put her hands down onto his strong back. The heat coming off his skin felt nice against her palms as she leaned her weight into him, rubbing his tight muscles. “How’s that? Too much pressure?”

“Mmm. No, that’s perfect. You can even go harder if you want.”

“Okay.” She put all of her weight onto her hands and at the same time she was rubbing him, her pussy was grinding into his ass. Surely he could feel that. She could probably make herself come just from that if she wanted to. “You’re not dating anyone?” she said.

He paused for a moment then answered. “No, not really. You?”

“No. There were a couple guys last semester but nothing serious. I’m okay being single for a while.”

“Yeah.” The pressure was building up stronger in her pussy now and she pushed it hard into his ass while she did her best to concentrate on rubbing his back. Her panties were probably soaked through by now. She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up.

“Would you mind doing my pecs he said? I hit them pretty hard at the gym yesterday.”

“Ok.” She leaned forward and put her hands down on the bed, one on each side of his body, and lifted her hips up off his butt so he could flip over. When he got turned, her face was about six inches from his chest and his sweet scent filled her nose. She looked up at him and he was looking down at her. Their eyes held each other for a moment then she looked away, nervous again.

Slowly she lowered her hips down onto his and she felt what she was hoping she would. His hard cock was pressing against his shorts into her wet pussy, only a couple pieces of fabric separating them now. She didn’t look at him but could tell he was watching her.

“Are you okay?” he said.

She nodded slowly, looking down at his chiseled abs. If she had any idea of stopping this she should do it now, otherwise they were getting to the point of no return. Who was she kidding? She couldn’t stop now if her life depended on it. “I missed you,” she said softly, meeting his eyes now.

“I missed you too.” Brad closed his eyes and took a deep breath, reached his hands up like he might touch her then he clinched his hands into fists and put them down by his sides.

She took one of his hands–it was so big compared to hers–and she pried his fist open and interlocked her fingers into his. “Brad?”

His eyes were still closed. “Yeah?”

She wasn’t sure what to say. Then without much thought she brought his hand up to her chest and put it on her breast.

His eyes shot open when he realized where his hand was. He didn’t moved it away but he didn’t squeeze her either.

They locked eyes again and she nodded at him.

He lurched up and wrapped his big arms around her then kissed her mouth hard, pulling her down on top of him.

The intensity with which he kissed her was a surprise but his tongue inside her mouth, probing her, snapped her fully into the moment, forgetting any and all misgivings she had about this. Forgetting even that it was wrong. It was just her body against his now, without any worries.

Brad put his massive hands on her ass, pulling down on it, and at the same time pushed his hips up into her, his dick throbbing through his shorts against her.

She moaned as he rubbed himself against her moist pussy and she pushed her hips back into his, grinding against him hard.

Then he broke away from the kiss and turned his head. “Shit, we can’t do this.”

Bridgett grabbed her brother’s chin and pulled his face back to look at her. “Brad,” she said.

“Yeah?” He furrowed his brow.

“Shut up and fuck me.”

Without hesitation, he wrapped her in a hug and rolled over so that she was on the bottom now, her legs wrapped around his hard, sweaty torso. Then he pulled her t-shirt up so that her young tits with her hard nipples were exposed to the air and he grabbed one in his hand and leaned down to start sucking, and licking around her nipple.

“Oh my god.” She ran her fingernails through the back of his hair while he teased her breasts with his mouth, the familiar smell of his shampoo there as well. While he licked and grabbed her tits, she worked her shirt up off over her head so that now she only had her black panties on. “Brad,” she said.

He looked up at her.

“I want you to fuck me,” she said.

“Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything.”

He’d always been a good brother and done most things she asked. This was no different. He reached down with both hands grabbing the edge of her underwear and pulled them off her and threw them on the ground, then looked down at her wet pussy, staring at it as if mesmerized.

Bridgett reached up and tugged at the waistband of his shorts.
 

That seemed to break the spell because then he snatched them down. His hard cock sprung up at attention and he met her eyes one more time.

She paused a moment, looking over his naked body–he really had perfect genes she decided. “Ok,” she said, “do it.”

He lowered himself down onto her and with one hand he guided the head of his cock to the opening of her wet pussy, leaving it there for a moment, looking into her eyes. Then while they watched each other’s faces he slipped it inside her, slowly pushing his entire length into her, and once it was all the way in he kissed her again.

She’d never imagined he would be such a gentle lover. It made sense though. Everything about him was perfect. His cock was just the right size too. She inhaled sharply as he brought it out then plunged back in, the walls of her cunt tightening around it, pulling him into her.

His mouth was right next to her ear now and his warm breath quickened in her ear along with the pace of his strokes. It wouldn’t take long for her to come. With her last boyfriend it was hit or miss whether or not she would come but she could tell already that it wouldn’t be the case here. Brad knew what he was doing.

His pelvis was grinding into her clitoris and he wasn’t holding back now. His balls made a loud slapping noise as they smacked into her ass. All his weight pressed into her now and she was completely at his mercy
 
she realized. The tip of his cock hit a sensitive spot inside her and she moaned and pulled him into her, letting all of him smother her small frame. “Fuck me Brad,” she said.

He kissed her again and reached behind to grab her butt, pulling her into him as he fucked her tight pussy. He moaned softly into her ear and she knew it wouldn’t be long before he filled her fertile womb with his seed.

Then a familiar sound from outside startled them. The garage door. One of their parents was home early. The look of terror on Brad’s face
 
mirrored what she was feeling too but she couldn’t let him stop now. He tried to pull out but she squeezed her thighs tight around him.
 

“Don’t stop,” she said.

“What are you doing? Let me go,” he pleaded.

“Just hurry and finish. I want you to come in me.”

He looked at her for a moment then buried his face in the pillow beside her head and started fucking her again, harder than before. Almost to the point that it was painful. But not so bad that she wasn’t enjoying it. She heard the car pull into the garage. It wouldn’t be long now before whoever it was came in the house. She was starting to regret telling him to finish–if their parents found them like this she couldn’t even begin to imagine what they would do. But her pussy was telling her something else.