Brother x Sister by Snowcrest

"Grace, come on," my brother Evan shouted up the stairs, drawing out the final word. "We were supposed to have already left by now."

"I'm coming, jeez. Cool your fucking jets," I yelled back. Slamming my body down onto my suitcase, I finally managed to get it to compress enough that I was able to finish zipping it up.

"Language, young lady!"

I rolled my eyes. Of course our mother happened to be in earshot when I was cursing out my brother. We got along fine, as well as siblings could I felt, but sometimes he just managed to rub me the wrong way. Grabbing a hair-tie from the top of my dresser, I quickly pulled my shoulder-length brown hair up into a ponytail before taking a look at myself in the full-length mirror.

Smiling, I gave myself a wink, my hazel eyes flashing playfully. I wasn't wearing anything fancy, just a white blouse and a checkered skirt that dropped just below my mid-thigh, but I thought it was a particularly cute combo. Not that I had anyone to dress up for. Pushing that overly negative thought to the back of my mind, I picked a stray hair off my tights before turning away.

"Grace—"

"I'm coming!"

Grabbing my bag, I grunted as I pulled it upright. Maybe I had packed too much, but we were going to be gone for a full two weeks and I wanted to have plenty of outfits to pick from. Who knew, we were going to the beach after all. Maybe I'd find a cute guy who'd appreciate my wardrobe—before taking it off me.

I ended up needing to slowly drag the suitcase down the stairs, one steady step at a time since it was too heavy for me to carry. Evan was watching from the bottom the entire time, an amused look on his face.

"Think you packed enough? I'm not sure that's even going to fit in the van."

I paused halfway down, confused by what he meant until I remembered that our parents had ended up renting a van for us to be able to pack everything for the trip.

"It'll fit," I said, resuming my way back down one slow step at a time.

"If you say so."

"You know, you could be a gentleman and offer to help your poor little sister carry her bag down the stairs."

He was only a year older than me at twenty, but it was a long-running joke between us that I got special treatment from our parents for being younger.

Evan's sapphire blue eyes twinkled up at me.

"You're right. I could."

"Jerk."

"Honestly, I'm not even sure I could lift that thing," he said with a laugh.

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs, I was forced to concede that maybe I had gone a touch overboard. Just a touch though.

"By the way, you don't need to let everyone know when you're having an orgasm, sis," he said as I passed him.

Freezing in place I spun around to face him, my hair whipping over my shoulder. "What the fuck?"

"I'm coming," he replied, doing a horrible job of mimicking me in addition to making it sound far more like his interpretation of the words than what I'd meant.

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Haha, very funny. Not surprising you don't know what a woman's orgasm sounds like." It was a low blow, and I instantly regretted it as soon as I said it. Evan's face immediately fell, only making me feel like even more of a bitch. Neither of us had ever dated anyone seriously since we were both incredibly introverted and shy around strangers, making my comment as hypocritical as it was mean. "Evan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean—"

"Na, you're right," he said, cutting me off and forcing a clearly faked smile. "Probably never will."

"Oh, don't be so dramatic," I began, but he pushed past me before I could finish and disappeared into the garage. Mentally kicking myself, I followed behind him, at least able to move a bit faster now that I could rely on the suitcase's wheels. Certainly not the greatest start to a vacation, but I was sure I could make it up to him. Somehow.

Stepping into the garage, I found my parents finishing up with packing the van and realized that Evan hadn't been exaggerating—the car looked like both the trunk and the front seats in the back were already completely full, making me wonder where we were even supposed to sit.

"Uh, what do I do with this?" I called out, dragging my suitcase behind me.

My dad turned to see what I was talking about, his eyes widening as he saw my bag. "Fuck. I knew there was something I'd forgotten about."

"Tom!" My mom slapped his arm, as intolerant of swearing as always.

Ignoring her, he did a quick pass, looking through the car before glancing over at my bag dubiously. "I think the only place left is in the back seats, but it's already pretty cramped back there and that's where we planned to stick you and your brother."

"She'll just have to put it in her seat and then sit on her brother's lap," my mom said as if it wasn't the most fucking insane sentence that had ever come out of her mouth.

"What?!"

"Wait, what did you just say?"

Evan and I spoke at the same time, our shocked responses overlapping each other.

"Look, I get that it's not ideal, but what else are we supposed to do?" she asked with a shrug. "Grace is smaller than Evan is so it makes more sense than the other way around."

"I can take a second car," I said, trying to come up with any other plan.

Unfortunately, my dad was the one to shake his head. "That's going to mean twice as much gas. The whole point of the van was to avoid that. No, I'm afraid your mother's solution is probably the best option. We'll make sure to stop often if you need to get up and stretch your legs." With that, he walked over and took my suitcase from my numb fingers before carrying to over to the car and shoving it into the backseat.

Sure, it wasn't like it was the end of the world, and I wasn't even remotely worried about my brother taking advantage of the situation to do anything inappropriate, but I was wearing a skirt and even ignoring the awkwardness of it all, spending hours sitting on my brother's lap was not my idea of a good time. Glancing over at him, I was at least relieved to see that he seemed as reluctant as I was.

A small part of me was hopeful that we could instead squeeze in side by side, but even that was dashed to pieces as I peeked through the back window and saw just how little room was left with my huge suitcase now taking up what had been my seat. If I'd known this was going to happen then I might have brought fewer clothes, although, honestly, probably not.

"Right, well, that should be everything now, I think," my dad announced, dusting his hands off. "I'll get the house all locked up, you three should hop in the van and get ready to head out. The beach awaits!"

Evan slowly walked past me, giving me an apologetic look as he ducked his head to climb into the back seat. "Sorry about this, sis."

I waited a moment for him to get settled before taking a deep breath and following him in. "Why are you apologizing? This isn't your fault," I said as I took in the situation.

My brother was sitting in the middle seat, flanked on either side by each of our suitcases and a bunch of other smaller boxes and bags that had been packed into the space. The result was a narrow slot that didn't even leave enough room for him to spread his elbows out very far. And we were cramming two people into it.

"Yeah, but you're getting the short straw here, by a mile. I'd offer to switch, but I can't imagine you'd want me crushing you."

Crushing felt like a fairly large exaggeration since he was in pretty good shape, but he was also right in that having me on top would be the more comfortable option of the two. Doing something no sister should ever do, my eyes briefly flicked down to his crotch. Evan was wearing a baggy pair of shorts to accompany his T-shirt, and, thankfully, I couldn't make out any bulges. Feeling my cheeks heating up, I decided to get this over with already.

"Close your eyes," I said as I stepped up into the van.

He gave me an odd look. "Why?"

"'Cause I don't want you staring at my butt, perv."

My brother's face went a deep red before his eyes scrunched shut. I couldn't help but laugh, both to let him know that I'd been teasing about the pervert part and because his reaction was pretty adorable. Clambering into the back to join him, I could only hope that he was still following my instructions as my ass inevitably passed directly in front of his face. Reaching back, I carefully tucked my skirt in so it would be resting between us before gingerly settling down onto his lap.

The first thing I noticed was that despite not being very tall, the extra height from Evan's lap made it so the top of my head was very close to the roof of the van. The second was that even that high up, I still couldn't see the front window or even the back of my parents' seats—there was that much stuff crammed into the space between us.

"How is Dad even supposed to see out the back?" I called out.

A loud sigh drifted back from my mother. "I pointed out the same thing, but he said there was no other way to get everything in and that the side mirrors would be enough. I suppose if we really need to then we can ask the two of you to take a look."

"It'll be fine," my dad said, his head popping into view through the sliding door—causing me to jump slightly in surprise. His face wrinkled in a painful expression. "Oof, that does look pretty cramped. Make sure to let us know if you need a stop, okay?"

I nodded. "Will do."

"And don't forget that seatbelt. Safety first!" He disappeared from view and a moment later the sliding door slammed shut.

Rolling my eyes, I reached back to grab the seatbelt. I was fairly confident they weren't at all designed to work with two people, but worst-case scenario it would hopefully still help. Pulling it around us, I offered the strap to Evan since he would have an easier time snapping it into the clasp. I immediately gasped as he took it and clicked it into place, the straps digging into me painfully before I could pull out some extra slack.

"Oops, sorry about that."

"No worries," I told him, gently massaging my squashed boob. "I should have known to pull out more than normal."

"Everyone good to go?" our dad called from the front as I heard the engine turn on.

I nodded in response, before remembering that he couldn't see us. "Yup, as good as can be expected." It was actually better than I'd expected. While Evan's lap wasn't as comfortable as a seat cushion, it wasn't bad either.

"Let's get this show on the road then!" With that, we rolled out of the garage as my dad turned on some kind of news podcast and we began our trip to the beach.

"Um, Grace? Can I open my eyes now?"

I blinked in surprise, before turning to look over my shoulder, my eyes widening in shock when I saw that my brother's eyes were indeed still closed. "What the, of course you can, silly. Why didn't you open them as soon as I sat down?"

His eyes slid open to meet mine and I had to swallow and turn back around. Blue eyes had always been my weakness, but my brother's weren't supposed to have an effect on me. "Dunno. Didn't want to see anything I shouldn't."

Laughing I flicked my head back and forth. "Well, now you can stare at my ponytail all you want."

"Keep tickling my nose like that and you're going to make me sneeze."

"You better not get any snot in my hair," I snapped back, making sure to put enough levity in my voice that he'd know I was just messing around.

"I wouldn't," he replied. "It's far too pretty."

Blinking in surprise at the compliment, I felt my cheeks heating up once again. "Thanks, Evan. I'm… sorry about what I said earlier, at the bottom of the stairs. It was totally uncalled for."

There was an uncomfortably long silence before he finally replied. "Don't worry about it. 'Sides, you were just stating the truth."

I winced, unable to tell if I was helping or just making things even worse. Maybe continuing to talk about it wasn't the best idea, but I honestly wanted to make him feel better about the situation. "What happened with that girl in your biology class that you had a crush on? Sarah? Did you ever end up asking her out?"

He snorted, the gust of air surprising me as it hit my neck. "As if. Sure, she's hot as fuck, but girls like that don't go out with guys like me."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, frowning.

"You know. Quiet nerds. I'm a loser."

Turning to look back at him again, I shifted slightly in his lap to be able to better face him. "Don't talk about yourself like that, Evan. You're a great person, and any girl would be lucky to have you. Personally, I'd love to date a quiet nerd."

It was his turn to blush, and I had to drop my gaze so that we weren't making direct eye contact as I realized what I'd unintentionally implied.

"Thanks, Grace. That means a lot to me." He cleared his throat. "Anyway, I don't even know how to ask someone out. How do you do it?"

My mouth fell open. "What? You think I know? Dude, I'm in my second year of college now and I've never had a boyfriend."

"I still don't understand how that's possible."

I laughed. "That makes two of us."

"There's no way guys aren't throwing themselves at you."

I arched an eyebrow at him. "What makes you say that?"

"Cause you're… you."

Frowning, I shifted awkwardly in place. "What's that supposed to mean?" My eyes flicked back upward and were instantly captured in an icy blue prison.

"You know…," my brother said, his eyes piercing into me.

I did know what he was trying to say—or at least, I thought I did—and, as a result, why it was so hard for him to say it, but for some reason, a part of me desperately wanted to hear the actual words. "I don't think I do," I said softly.

His throat bobbed as he swallowed deeply, his face now a blazing inferno. "Have you looked in a mirror? You're b—"

"Everything still alright back there?" my dad called out, interrupting Evan and shattering the moment.

"Yes, we're fine!" I shouted back, feeling irrationally pissed off at him right then.

"Alright, alright. Sorry, it was just pretty quiet. I expected more complaining."

"It's not that bad, actually. Better than I thought it would be," I replied as I turned back to face forward before setting down into my brother's lap once again. With all the adjusting I'd been doing, my skirt had ridden up slightly so that it was no longer fully tucked under me, but it was close enough, and trying to reposition it would likely be more awkward than leaving it alone.

I took a breath to try and still my racing heart, only realizing just now how rapidly it was beating. What had come over me? Why did hearing my brother call me beautiful cause butterflies to go crazy in my stomach? Shaking my head to try and clear it, I wondered what the fuck had gotten into me.

"Trying to make me sneeze again?"

It took me a second to realize what he was referring to before I laughed in response. "No, sorry. I forgot you were back there." Which was a blatant lie, considering my brother was the only thing in my head right now.

"Aww, I'm hurt," he said, and I could hear the fake pouting in his voice which only made me smile wider. "I bet you won't forget if I did this."

I shrieked as his fingers slipped under the hem of my blouse and lightly squeezed my sides. He wasn't even tickling me, but it had caught me by surprise and I was extremely ticklish.

"What is going on back there?" This time it was our mother, and she sounded mildly concerned.

"Mom, Evan is torturing me, make him stop!" I said, pitching my voice up to sound like a whining child.

"Just a bit of tickling," he replied, loudly enough for them to hear, and this time he began slowly moving his fingers across my skin. It wasn't even true, intentional tickling, but it was still enough to make me jerk around in his lap.

"Don't you dare," I gasped.

There was a brief pause from up front, followed by, "Aren't you both adults now?"

"Tickle, tickle, tickle," Evan burst out as his fingers exploded into motion.

I screamed, my legs thrashing against his as laughter consumed me and I desperately tried to get away. Of course, we were fastened together by the seatbelt, so no matter what I did there was no escape. In the background, I heard the volume of the podcast crank up—presumably to drown us out—but my entire world was consumed by my brother's fingers dancing across my skin.

In the middle of all the chaos, I realized that with all the writhing I was doing my skirt had completely slid out from under me, leaving me all but grinding my crotch into Evan's lap. It felt alarmingly good too, although I figured that was mostly because my clit had ended up lightly rubbing against my panties. At almost the same time, everything came to an abrupt halt as my brother's hand came to rest on my right boob.

Gasping for air, it took me several deep breaths to mostly recover from what he'd done to me. All the while, my brother remained completely frozen, not moving so much as an inch.

"I'm sorry," he eventually said, and I could have been mistaken, but it sure seemed like he was breathing harder than someone who hadn't been the one getting tickled should have been. "I got a bit carried away. I never meant to—"

"Grab my boob?"

"Yeah. That."

"And yet you're still holding onto it," I pointed out.

His hand immediately pulled away, and my brain was so confused by that point I couldn't tell if I was glad or sad about it.

"I really didn't mean to," he said again, sounding completely distraught.

"Stop worrying about it. It was an accident and it's not that big of a deal." Although it kinda was, brothers were not supposed to grab their sister's tits.

"You're sure?"

"Sure. It's just a boob, and you only really grabbed my bra, if anything." It was true, but for the briefest second, I imagined his fingers instead sliding across my nipple, which had the unfortunate side effect of causing the body part in question to harden up.

"Well, I'm still sorry about it. I shouldn't have tickled you so aggressively."

"You shouldn't have tickled me at all," I corrected.

Evan laughed, and the feeling of his breath hitting the back of my neck sent a tremor down my spine, only confusing me even more. "I had to though, can't let you go about just forgetting me."

"Could. Not sure I really need a brother for anything, although I'm discovering that they make for a surprisingly comfortable cushion."

He laughed again, which had been my goal, and a second tremor ran through me. It felt weird to actively acknowledge it, but I realized that I was starting to get incredibly turned on. A small part of my mind was screaming at me to knock it off, to stop flirting with my brother—because we were definitely flirting at this point—but I silenced it. A bit of fun and games never hurt anyone.

"Oh they do, do they?"

"Yup." In an attempt to prove my point, I ground my butt down into him—a soft hiss escaping my lips as the action only further stimulated my clit. "Almost as good as a pillow." I flushed a bright red at the words, thankful my brother couldn't see my face as I imagined one of my favorite ways of getting myself off by grinding against a pillow.

"A pillow, huh?" he asked, seeming oblivious to the chaos now raging inside me. "I suppose I should take that as a compliment."

"You should," I replied, now doing everything in my power not to treat his lap like I was treating the pillow in my mind.

"Well, by all means, make yourself as comfortable as you'd like then."

I can't imagine it was what he meant, but with his roundabout and unintentional permission, I ground myself even further down into him, savoring the feeling as pleasure began coursing through my body. Time seemed to lose all meaning as my entire world shrunk down to just Evan's lap. As things continued, I started to worry that I was getting way too into it, when all of a sudden my butt rammed into not a soft cushiony lap, but a long, hard rod. It took me all of half a second to realize it was my brother's cock. Given the situation we were in, I supposed it shouldn't have been a surprise, but it caused me to immediately freeze in place.

Evan was breathing as heavily as I was, his warm exhalations brushing the nape of my neck. I'd gotten so lost in my own pleasure that I hadn't realized his hands had gripped my thighs, his fingers digging deeply into my tights as if to hold me against him even harder. And now that I knew what I was so tightly pressed against, I couldn't get the feeling of my brother's cock out of my head.

All in all, things had rapidly spiraled wildly out of control, so when the door to the van ended up sliding open, I leaped out of his lap as if it had suddenly caught fire. I couldn't even believe I'd gotten so caught up dry-humping him that I hadn't noticed the van had been stopped for much longer than a light or a stop sign would require.

Or at least, I tried to jump to my feet, because the seatbelt ended up keeping us firmly fastened together. Panic flooded my system until I realized that all our parents would see is me sitting on Evan's lap since my skirt was hiding his raging boner.

Our dad's head poked into view through the open door. "Figured it would be a good time for a quick stop. Grab some snacks, stretch your legs, and use the restroom if you need to."

It was a struggle for me to process his words, especially since what I wanted more than anything was to get back to grinding on my brother's cock. "Right. Got it." Evan unstrapped us and I stumbled out of the back of the van, my legs shaky.

"Grace, are you alright?" my mother asked in concern as she saw me. "You're looking very flushed."

Unable to look at her, I quickly nodded my head. "Yeah. I'm good. Just got a bit hot since it's a little cramped back there. I'll be right back, needa use the bathroom."

Before she could respond, I ran for the gas station's convenience store, making a direct beeline for the women's restroom. It was a small one with only three stalls, but thankfully they were all empty as I hurried into one of the ones on the edge. Locking the door behind me, I reached under my skirt and began peeling my tights down my legs, going as fast as I could without risking a tear. Once they were down to my ankles, my panties joined them before I pulled my skirt up with one hand, sat down, spread my legs, and brought my other hand to my pussy.

Masturbating in a public restroom while thinking of my brother was almost certainly the lowest of the low, but at that moment, I just needed to fucking cum. I started by running a finger upward along my lips, amazed at just how insanely wet I already was. I hadn't paid much attention to my panties when I'd taken them off, but there was no way I hadn't soaked into them. Reaching my clit, I moaned softly as sparks exploded inside me. I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this ridiculously horny, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to draw out one long orgasm or see how many I could chain together.

Settling on the former, I slowly began to circle a finger around my clit, teasing it with just enough stimulation to keep me panting, but not enough to push me over the edge. While I was doing that, I couldn't get the sensation of Evan's cock grinding into me out of my head. I knew it was so wrong and I should have been thinking of literally anything else while getting myself off, but I couldn't help it.

Picturing what it must look like, I imagined that he was lying on his back, completely naked with his dick jutting upward. Crouching down over him, I pretended that it was the tip of his cock and not my finger teasing my clit. It was a little silly because if the scenario had actually been real then I would have been riding him vigorously and not teasing myself like this, but I always preferred this kind of external stimulation when I was masturbating.

Unfortunately, my little dream bubble ended abruptly as my mother's voice shattered it. "Grace? Are you still in here? We're about ready to leave and it's been quite a while…"

A rush of embarrassment flowed through me. I had no idea how long I'd been going at it since I'd gotten so caught up in the moment, but it must have been way too long if my mom was poking her head into the room to check on me. "Yeah, sorry, I'm all good. I'll be right out.'

I immediately regretted taking my time. If I'd thought I'd needed to cum before, it was nothing compared to now. I was so fucking close but not only was I running short on time thanks to my mom, I also heard a stranger enter the room and move into the stall farthest from me. There was no way I'd be able to stay quiet enough that she wouldn't hear me with how large the orgasm building inside me was. So, with immense reluctance, I pulled my hand away from my pussy.

Grabbing some toilet paper, I did my best to dry myself off, but I knew with how wet I was that it was more of a temporary measure than anything else. Once that was taken care of, I pulled my panties back up and got to my feet. With how hot I was, I decided to leave the tights off, although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't excited to see what it felt like to sit in Evan's lap without them. Balling them up in my fist, I left the stall, took a quick look in the mirror as I washed my hands to make sure I looked alright, and then left the room. I couldn't see any of my family inside the store so I hurried back to the car.

As I stepped up into the van, I paused with one leg inside and the other still on the ground as I saw Evan already sitting in our spot. If he hadn't had a large cup in each hand, I would have assumed he hadn't left the car. I was also aware that in this position my skirt was riding up to what would normally be considered a dangerous height—especially without any tights on—but rather than getting embarrassed, it just made me even more excited. My eyes moved to his, curious to see if he was looking, but it was hard to tell.

"Got you a slushy," he said, holding out a cup filled with red shaved ice. "Thought it might help cool you down."

"Yeah? What flavor is it?"

"Red."

I snorted, my eyes moving to the one in his other hand. "What about that one?"

"Blue," he said, smiling widely. "It's mine," he added as I continued to look at it.

Fully entering the van, I made sure to slide the door closed behind me before moving to the back seat. This time, I didn't say anything as I swung into position. It put my butt directly in his face, and I couldn't help but wonder if he could smell my arousal. Even worse, a part of me wanted to reach back and lift up my skirt so I could lean back and smother his face with my pussy.

That was obviously going too far, though, so after holding the position for what seemed like a short enough time to be an accident, I took my seat. Changing things up once again, I didn't bother to tuck my skirt under me this time, allowing it to instead flare out around me as I settled into place. Comfortable and glad to be back, I reached over to take the cup with the blue slushy from him. "Blue is my favorite." I expected him to complain, or at least to fight me a bit, but to my surprise, he let me just take it from him.

"Everyone good to get back on the road?" our dad called out. "You feeling better, Grace?"

"Yup! All good. Could you turn on the A/C and maybe some music?" I didn't particularly need either, but they'd help to drown out any suspicious noises that I didn't want my parents hearing.

As the car pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road, I could feel a gentle flow of cold air coming from the fans below the seats while some rock song I didn't recognize began to play.

"Louder, please," I called up, smiling as the volume increased. I didn't have a particular plan in mind, but if something did end up happening, then I didn't want them to be asking any questions.

"So… you uh… took off your tights?" my brother hesitantly asked after the first song ended and another one took its place.

I took a sip of my slushy before responding. "Oh? Did I?"

"Yes. Yes, you most certainly did."

"How observant of you to notice," I said, before leaning over to take a long drink of his slushy.

"…I thought you wanted the blue one."

"Changed my mind. That a problem?"

His laugh rumbled through me. "What in the world has gotten into you."

I knew what wasn't in me. The thought caused another surge of excitement to race through me, as inappropriate as it was. His question was also a good one, though, because I had no idea what had come over me. All I knew was that I was loving it. Flirting with my brother was bringing out a side of me I'd never experienced before, and it made me feel both sexy and confident.

"Slushy," I ended up responding, unable to say what I was thinking. "Thanks for getting them, that was nice of you."

"Don't worry about it. I was a bit worried about you, but I also wanted to apologize for the tickling."

"Well, thanks. You want some blue?" I held the cup up to my shoulder so that he could reach the straw.

"Uh. Sure."

We sat there sharing our slushies and listening to the music until both cups were empty. By that point, I was almost starting to regret taking off my tights, thanks to the combination of the cold drink and the air conditioning. A full-body shiver ran through me at the realization.

"Too cold now?"

I nodded. "Yeah, a bit."

"Prolly shouldn't have taken your tights off."

There were several reasons I probably shouldn't have done that, but I supposed that was one of them. "Guess I could put 'em back on."

"Or I could just tickle you again. Bet that would heat you right back up."

The old fire that had been somewhat doused by the slushy and the sitting around reignited inside me. Which was especially crazy because I hated being tickled, and yet a part of me wanted him to.

"But that would be mean, so I guess I could try this instead."

I gasped as I felt his hands come to rest on my legs, just above my knees. They were warm, and I could already feel the cold beginning to fade away. Without my tights, his touch also felt far more intimate than before, his rougher skin sliding against mine.

"Whatcha doing?" I asked, hoping the question wouldn't make him stop.

His hands did slightly pull away for a moment, before settling back down onto my legs. "Y'know. When it's cold out, you rub your hands together to warm up."

I refrained from pointing out that I could very easily do that on my own, wanting to feel my brother's hands on me. "Friction."

"Exactly, friction."

"Makes sense. Well, get to it then."

"Right. Okay."

Despite his words, his hands remained completely motionless.

"Evan?"

"Don't rush me," he muttered. "You have no idea how much—"

He trailed off, leaving me desperately curious as to the ending of that sentence. Shifting slightly in his lap, I was just about to speak up again when I felt one of his fingers begin to move. It was so slow and gentle that it almost felt like tickling—forcing me to use all of my self-control to push down the urge to struggle. Gradually, he seemed to grow more confident as his entire hands began to move, although he was sticking to the area close to my knees when I wanted him closer to my rapidly heating core.

"How's that?" he asked, sounding hesitant.

"It's… alright," I replied, not hiding the faint disappointment in my voice.

"Oh." He sounded absolutely crestfallen, and I bit my lip to contain a giggle.

"Might help if you tried some other spots."

I could hear him swallow, his hands stilling for a moment before they began to move up my legs. Once he reached the hem of my skirt at the middle of my thighs, he stopped and began stroking his hand back and forth, moving between the inside and outside of my legs. It felt much nicer, sending pleasant little tingles up my legs, but I was already craving more.

"Better?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah, but… it's still pretty cold under my skirt." Which was such a blatant and obvious lie I expected him to call me out on it. In an effort to try and help persuade him, I shifted around to spread my legs open wider—causing my skirt to pull even farther up my leg and away from his hands.

"Hmm. Well that's not good, now is it?" he said slowly after a brief pause.

"It's not," I breathed, already imagining and hoping for what might happen next.

Placing his hands so that his thumbs were resting on the inside of my thighs and the rest of his fingers were on the opposite side, Evan slowly worked his hands farther and farther up my leg, reaching the new point my skirt had risen to and then, to my pleasant surprise, beyond it. The result caused my skirt to bunch up even more, and I sucked in my breath as my panty-clad pussy peeked into view.

My brother's hands only came to a stop as his thumbs brushed into the edges of my panties, sending a tremor running up my body. I was breathing deeply now, my chest rising and falling as heat flooded me. I couldn't believe we were doing this, that my brother's hands were so incredibly close to pussy. We'd long ago blown past the barriers of reasonable sibling behavior, and I found myself wondering just how far we'd continue to go.

"Is this…" He audibly swallowed once again, and I could feel his deep breaths hitting my ear.

I realized his head had moved so that his chin was resting on my shoulder, possibly trying to get a look at where his hands were, but with the positioning and my boobs in the way, there was simply no chance for him to see anything.

"Is this… what?" I whispered back.

"Too much?"

"How could this be too much? You're not even moving at all. No friction."

With his mouth so close to my ear, it was easy for me to hear his sharp inhale.

"Please, I need you to help warm me up, bro."

"If you're sure…" His thumbs began to move in circles, sometimes passing over the edge of my panties and sometimes slightly under.

It was everything I'd hoped for and more, the motion just enough to ever so faintly stimulate my throbbing clit as either my skin pulled tight or my underwear rubbed against it. My head lulled backward as I sank into the pleasure, my body slowly turning into jello.

Evan's confidence was clearly building as he continued, possibly thanks to the soft moans that were now constantly slipping free from my lips. His thumbs pushed deep under my panties and then stayed there, and just like that, my brother was playing with my pussy lips. He pulled me open and closed, over and over, dragging even louder moans out of me. I imagined he wasn't aware of it, but the motion was doing an even better job of giving my clit the attention it wanted.

"Holy fuck…"

I completely lost track of time as my brother continued the gentle motions, a fog filling my head. It was so wildly different from how I masturbated and he'd somehow stumbled onto the perfect balance that kept me excited and wanting more without actually pushing me into an orgasm. I'd want to, eventually, but for now, constantly riding that high was exquisite. A part of me was also surprised at his self-control—I'd expected him to move his hand and try to push his fingers inside of me a while back.

Perhaps that was unfair, given how much I'd had to push to even get this to happen in the first place, and how considerate he was being, but based on his reactions so far, I felt like it would be a nice reward for both of us. So it wasn't a surprise at all when he froze completely as I brought my right hand down to rest on his.

"I'm sorry," he immediately blurted out, and I realized he thought I was trying to stop him.

I shook my head gently, not saying anything, and slid my hand until it was perfectly overlapping his. With my other hand, I gently pulled his other away in order to make a bit more room before spreading my legs even wider for the same reason. Everything prepared, I pulled his hand to my core and dragged his fingers up my soaked slit. It was challenging to accurately position his hand under my panties, but it worked.

"You've been such a good, older brother," I whispered to him. "But now your poor, younger sister needs some friction inside her. Can you do that for me, Evan? Can you slip some of your fingers into your sister's tight little pussy? Pretty please?" I knew I was laying it on thick, but the naughty talk was just as much for me as it was for him—the taboo nature of what I was asking turning me on like nothing before in my entire life.

There was an incredibly long pause, for nearly a minute I had to guess, and a sinking feeling began to fill my stomach that I'd finally pushed things too far.

"How many?"

The whisper was so quiet I could barely hear it, but it completely eliminated my fears.

"As many as you want."

His hand began moving once again and I pulled mine away to give him as much space as possible. I was ridiculously tempted to have him wait so that I could just get rid of my damn underwear already, but having him do it while I was still wearing them felt especially hot.

My brother's index finger went first. Running up and down the length of me twice before it gently pushed through my folds and then into my depths. I couldn't contain my loud moan at the penetration, quickly biting my lip to try and prevent my parents from hearing anything.

"My god you're tight," he muttered. "I don't think I'm going to be able to do much more in this position."

I was about to let him know that was perfectly fine, that even just the one finger stretching me open felt fantastic when his middle finger pushed into me as well. My teeth clamped down on my lip, almost to the point of being painful as I did everything I could to contain myself. As a result, my moan came out as more of a low groan, my chest heaving as my brother penetrated me with both fingers.

Unable to take it any longer, I brought up hands up to my tits and firmly groped them, my fingers moving to where my nipples were in an attempt to stimulate them as much as I could with my bra still on. It wasn't nearly as much as I wanted, but once again there was only so much I could do without interrupting things to take off clothes.

Evan seemed to have completely lost any sense of hesitation as he began sliding his fingers in and out of me, giving me a finger fucking that I was already falling in love with. As an added bonus, the palm of his hand was grinding into my clit, and I knew that if this went on for much longer at all then I was going to have an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm.

"I guess this helps to explain why my lap has gotten so wet," he whispered into my ear, his voice a blend of amusement and what I could only describe as lust.

I felt my cheeks heat up at the statement. Surely it wasn't that bad, was it? My panties were still on, after all. Before I could fully think about what I was doing, I slipped my hand between us to try and feel how wet his lap actually was. Which, in retrospect, had been a horrible idea as I now found myself holding my brother's extremely erect cock through his pants.

Evan sucked in a deep breath behind me—his fingers slipping free from my pussy—and I sat up in a jolt, not at all sure what the fuck to do in a situation like this. While we sat there, both completely silent, I realized two things. The first was that my brother had a huge dick. I was pretty sure I could wrap my hand entirely around it, but lengthwise it had to be nearly as long as both of my hands. Granted I had fairly small hands, but still… The second was that my pussy was sopping wet. Like wetter than I could ever remember it being because Evan was unfortunately correct, his lap wasn't even remotely dry in any sense of the word.

"Um. Grace? That's… uh…"

I ripped my hand away before he could finish, my cheeks burning hotter than an open flame. It was silly, given that I'd just had his fingers inside of me, but for some reason, feeling his cock like that was a completely different thing I hadn't been prepared for. Even once my hand was off of him, I couldn't get the feel of his cock out of my mind. How hard it had been. How large. The thoughts did nothing to help with the rapidly spiraling out-of-control situation as my pussy began to scream at me that it wanted my brother's dick inside it now.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…" The fog was filling my head again, even thicker than before, as I took several deep breaths. My entire body was tingling from head to toe, and I was so hypersensitive that I could feel my clothes scraping against my skin. My shirt against my stomach. The fabric of my skirt on my thigh. My nipples rubbing against my bra. I couldn't believe how unbearably turned on I was at that moment, and I had no idea what to do about it.

"Don't worry about it," Evan replied, his voice sounding huskier than I'd ever heard it before—sending a shudder down my spine. I knew I shouldn't be reacting to my brother's voice like that, but fuck was it hot.

Was he feeling it too? After I'd just grabbed his cock it was hard to imagine that he wasn't.

"I'm just… a little cramped. Is it okay if I get a little more… comfortable?"

My mouth went dry. Was he proposing what I thought he was, or had my brain actually melted? There was no way he would—I found myself nodding my head, unable to speak.

Evan shifted around under me and I gasped as I felt his hands moving between us. At first, I thought he was groping me, but then I realized I was feeling the back of his hands as he worked with his pants. Moving slightly, I lifted myself up off of him to give him a bit more room to work with, immediately missing the lack of close contact. A moment later I heard the faint sound of his zipper. It was such a basic, simple noise, and yet it sent a surge of liquid warmth through my entire body. With that obstacle out of the way, he shifted under me and I sucked in my breath at the same time he breathed a heavy sigh of relief as he shimmied his pants down to just above his knees.

I couldn't believe that things had escalated to the point where I was going to be sitting on my brother's lap with only his boxers and my soaked panties between us. As I gingerly settled my weight back down onto him, I realized just how wrong I was as I felt my brother's raw cock slide between my thighs—coming to rest firmly against the front of my panties.

"Oh fuck," he hissed.

I knew exactly what he meant. Looking down, past my tits, I pulled my skirt out of the way and moaned as I saw my brother's dick for the first time. It was clamped snuggly between my thighs, and as I rubbed them together—completely squeezing him between me—Evan groaned into my ear. I swallowed as I watched a bead of pre-cum emerge from the tip. Not fully processing what I was doing, I reached down and swiped it up with my finger before bringing it to my mouth and sucking on it.

"Holy shit, Grace. Did you actually just—"

"Shh," I hushed as the salty-sweet taste of him flooded my system and completely pushed me over the edge. There was one thing and one thing only I wanted in that instant and nothing was going to stop me from taking it, even if it did belong to my brother. Letting his dick slip free from the grip of my thighs, I once again briefly lifted off him, peeled my drenched panties down to my ankles, and then promptly impaled myself on his dick without any hesitation.

As my brother's thick cock slid between my wet folds and pushed into the depths of my pussy, I couldn't contain the moan of raw pleasure that slipped free from my lips.

"Everything okay back there still?" my dad called out. It was hard to hear him over the music, and I hoped it had done an equally good job at muting the undeniably erotic noise I'd just made.

I had to wait for the fireworks going off in my head to finish before I was capable of a response. "Everything is perfect."

"Perfect, huh? Well, keep hanging in there, we should be at the hotel before too much longer."

Perfect was the understatement of the century. I'd bought a dildo on a whim earlier this year and, at the time, had thought it did an amazing job of filling me up just right. I couldn't have been more wrong. My brother's cock was both longer and thicker, stretching me and completing me in a way that I hadn't known was possible. The craziest part was that because of the way we were positioned, I knew there was still more dick to go.

Evan was all but panting in my ear, soft groans escaping him each time the car jostled and caused him to slightly move inside me. For the time being, I was mostly content to just sit here and feel him filling me like this, but I was rapidly growing more desperate for him to start fucking me. His hands gripped my bare thighs and he squeezed, which was nice and all, but I needed less touching and more thrusting.

Since he seemed to be frozen—hopefully not in terror—I decided to take matters into my own hands. Or rather, I suppose, into my pussy. Placing my palms on the seat to either side of us, I pushed my body up and then fell back onto my brother before repeating the process. It was slow and not what I was craving, but my brother's dick was moving inside me and that's what mattered.

Thankfully, it didn't seem to be enough for him either, as his hands shifted to my waist and he began to thrust his hips. There was only so much we could do while seated with a seatbelt strapping me to him, but he was fucking me, and holy shit was it good. Neither of us said anything as he continued to bounce me on his lap, perhaps because we didn't want to acknowledge what it was we were doing. That was my reason at least. Well, that and not wanting to do anything that might give our parents an idea of what their kids were doing together in the backseat.

Giving up on trying to play with my nipples through my bra, I dropped one of my hands into my lap to work on my clit. Combined with my brother's dick inside me, I could feel the end rapidly approaching. Evan was apparently close as well, his breathing growing ever more ragged in my ear as he began to move in shorter, faster strokes.

And then he came.

I shuddered in ecstasy as I felt him begin to pulse inside me—warm blast after warm blast of my brother's cum filling me up. It was the final straw for me as the orgasm I'd been building since back in the gas station surged and crested like a fifty-foot wave before crashing through me. My body felt like it had turned into jelly as my head limply fell back on his shoulder. "Holy fuck…" I whispered. I'd never cummed that hard ever before.

Evan didn't say anything in response, his hands dropping back down to my thighs where they fidgeted nervously.

I was starting to get worried about what state he was in and was just about to ask how he was doing when we both felt the car turn off the road. Quickly leaning over to get a glimpse out the window, I saw a large parking lot filled with dozens of cars—we'd arrived at the hotel.

Panicking, I leaned forward to reach for my panties too quickly, causing the seatbelt to lock. "We're here," I hissed. "Unhook us, we've got to get dressed. Now."

Evan's breath sucked in before I heard the sound of the seatbelt releasing. Jumping to my feet, I couldn't help but moan as I felt his dick slip out of me. I already wanted him back inside, but the car was parked and I could hear the front doors opening already. It was only a matter of seconds until the side door opened and our parents would be able to see us. Pulling my panties back up into place, I shifted uncomfortably at how wet they were. It certainly didn't help matters that my brother's cum was now sliding out of me into them, but there wasn't much I could do about it.

Behind me, Evan had half stood up and was pulling his shorts and boxers back over him. Catching the briefest glimpse of his cock before it disappeared from view, I hoped it wasn't the last time I got to see it, but I still wasn't sure what he thought about what we'd done. And of course, talking about it now wasn't an option as the door slid open.

"Oh. Already up and ready to get out I see," my dad said with a laugh. "Guess it wasn't too perfect, huh? We'll just take the suitcases for now, we can unpack the rest of everything tomorrow."

Slipping out of the car, Evan followed close behind me. As I waited for my dad to pull my suitcase out of the back, I was incredibly self-conscious and tried not to shift in place too much. Even though I knew it was impossible, I felt like anyone who looked at me would know that I'd just fucked my own brother. I couldn't stop thinking about it. How good it had felt. How much I wanted to do it again.

"Here you go," my dad said with a grunt as my suitcase plopped down at my feet. He gave me a wink. "Maybe next time think about packing a little bit less."

I wanted to reply that if it let me sit on Evan's lap again I'd bring two suitcases, but instead, I just nodded my head.

It wasn't much longer until the rest of the luggage had been pulled from the car and we were walking into the hotel lobby. The place seemed pretty nice, with tall marble pillars, large green plants, and all the staff dressed in the same classy uniforms. My dad led us to the reception desk where he began checking us in. I wasn't paying very much attention as I looked around when part of the conversation grabbed me.

"Here are the keys to the two rooms. You're booked for a full two weeks, but if you want to extend the stay just let us know."

I glanced over at our mom. "Only two rooms?"

"Oh, right, I forgot to mention it earlier, but the two of you will be sharing a room," our mom told us. "I know it's not what you might prefer, but—"

"Na, it's fine," I said interrupting her. "You're cool with it too, right, bro?"

Evan gave me a look I couldn't quite make out but nodded his head.

"Oh… Well okay then. Good." She was clearly surprised, and to be fair, I probably would have fought against it much harder if she'd told us just that morning. Now, with my brother's cum slowly leaking out of my pussy, it really wasn't a big deal at all.

My dad finished with the front desk and walked back over to join us before handing everyone a room key. "Dinner is a buffet that's open until nine. I figure we can all settle in and do whatever tonight and then we can hit the beach tomorrow morning. I'm starving so I'm going to get dinner before heading up."

"Sounds like a plan." I turned to face my brother. "Wanna go check out our room first?"

He gave me that same, indistinguishable look once again. "Yeah, sure."

"Don't forget to eat," my mom called out as we walked away, saying the most motherly thing imaginable. "You need to get something inside you."

I nearly burst out into hysterical laughter, noticing that Evan had also slightly stumbled at my side. If only she knew what was inside me right now. "Don't worry so much, Mom. We're adults, we've got everything under control."

Leaving our parents behind, we walked over to the elevator and rode up to our floor, still in silence, I glanced over to Evan several times during the ride, but he wasn't looking at me and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I was starting to worry that I'd gone way too far. Once we reached our floor, it was only a short trip down the hallway to our room. Interestingly, it was right at the end, and a bit isolated from the others around it thanks to a storage closet. The knowledge that we wouldn't be sharing a wall with our parents' room caused a single thought to fill my mind.

Inside, the room was fairly standard: two large beds, opposite a massive television hung on the wall with a bathroom right next to the entrance. I dragged my bag over to the base of the far bed before turning to check on my brother. He'd dropped his bag in a similar fashion to mine and was now just standing there.

"So… are we going to talk about what happened in the car?" Evan's cheeks were a cute pink, and his eyes were firmly glued to the floor, apparently unable to even so much as look at me.

"Talk about what?" I asked, knowing it was a horribly stupid response. There was obviously only one thing to talk about, but I had no idea what to say. The whole thing was especially confusing because while I'd very much enjoyed it, if he hadn't then I knew I'd done something unforgivable.

He hesitated for quite a while before responding, seeming deep in thought. "Oh. I was just thinking that it had been pretty nice. Really nice actually. But the position wasn't the greatest and…" he trailed off, his face somehow managing to get even redder.

For my part, hearing his words lit a fire in me like nothing I'd ever felt before. He hadn't found it weird. In fact, it almost sounded like… I could already feel my nipples hardening as they pushed into my bra, and my pussy began to tingle all over again. "Say it," I rasped, looking at my brother intently.

Evan's head snapped up to meet mine and I felt myself start to get wet all over again as I saw the lust burning in his eyes. "I want to fuck you, Grace. Properly, on a bed, so I can look in your eyes while I pound my sister's pussy with my cock."

It was the first time I'd ever heard him say anything so deliciously naughty and it completely took my breath away. Slowly backing away from him, I felt my legs hit the side of the bed behind me and I toppled over onto my back. "Well, what are you waiting for then?" I asked, giving him a flirty smile as I spread my legs—exposing my panty-clad pussy to him. This was so wrong for us to be doing, but by this point, I was far too horny to give a fuck. All I wanted was my brother's dick stretching my insides once again.

Evan nearly tackled me as he rushed to the bed, causing me to laugh loudly before his mouth crashed into mine and then I was making out with my brother. I lost myself in the kiss, our tongues dancing together. His hand reached up to grope my boob through my shirt and I moaned loudly into his mouth, wanting more. Thankfully, my brother seemed to get the message as he pulled back, his lips slightly swollen and his face flushed.

"I want you naked."

I grinned back at him. "Funny, I want you the same way."

Without hesitating, he grabbed the bottom of my blouse and pulled it up over my head, leaving me in my scarlet bra.

"Sorry it's not fancier, didn't think I'd be showing it off to anyone. I've got a few packed away that I think you might like though…"

His eyes flared before he shook his head slightly. "That sounds hot, but right now I just want there to be no bra."

"Not stopping you," I said, giving him a playful look. "Unless you need help?"

Frowning, he shifted forward and wrapped his hands behind my back. Taking the opportunity the position provided, I nuzzled into his neck. I could feel him fumbling with the hooks of my bra, but it wasn't long before I felt them come loose and then he was all but ripping it off me. As he stared wide-eyed and my naked tits, I could feel my nipples hardening under his gaze—both because it was a little cold in the room thanks to the air conditioning, but also because he looked like he was staring at a delicious feast.

Lifting my hands under my boobs, I bounced them slightly. "Well, what do you think? You're being awfully quiet."

"They're… perfect, Grace. Like, holy shit. I just want to suck on them so badly."

"What's stopping you? That sounds amazing. Don't worry, they won't bite, although if you're gentle, you can."

Evan didn't seem to need any further encouragement as he dove in, his mouth firmly attaching to my left boob before I felt his tongue begin to swirl around my nipple. I moaned loudly at the sudden stimulation. My nipples were pretty sensitive in general, and his mouth was already sending surges of excitement racing down my nerves.

Right as I was about to point out that I had two boobs, he moved on his own, giving my other nipple the same attention. At the same time, he brought his hand up to play with the one his mouth had just vacated, and if I'd thought things had felt good before, now I was drowning in a sea of pleasure. Everything ramped up an additional notch as I felt him take my earlier comment to heart—his teeth lightly clamping my nipple. I'd never had an orgasm from nipple stimulation on its own before, but if he kept this up for much longer I felt like I just might have my first.

"Well… this is wholly unfair," I managed to gasp out. "I'm almost naked now, but you're still all dressed."

Evan slowly pulled back, his chest rising and falling thanks to his heavy breathing. "Right. Sorry, you're… very distracting." He peeled his shirt off, allowing me to admire his bare chest. I'd seen it before when we'd gone swimming and stuff, but I'd never really viewed it in a sexual manner up until now. He looked good. Very good.

Reaching down to work with his pants, his eyes dropped to my skirt. "This might sound silly, but… what if you just took off your panties and left the skirt on? I kind of want to fuck you while you're still wearing it."

I instantly loved the idea, but I couldn't pass up an opportunity to tease him. "So you don't want your sister naked then?" I pouted. "And here I thought my sexy body was driving you crazy."

"It is. You are. Look."

The last of his clothes dropped to the floor, his thick cock standing at full attention and instantly making my mouth water. Unlike before in the car, now I had a completely unobstructed view of his dick and… holy shit. I swallowed deeply. "There's no way that's going to fit," I whispered.

Flushing slightly, he grinned back at me. "Wanna bet? 'Sides, we already know it does. Now, are you going to take off your panties so I can fuck you or not?"

I had them off and tossed them on the floor in the blink of an eye, completely exposing myself to my brother's intent gaze as I bunched my skirt up around my waist to give him full access to my pussy. By this point I was so incredibly wet I knew he'd easily slide inside me, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't still worried about his size. I hadn't fully taken him back in the car and there was just so much cock.

Shifting to move between my spread legs, Evan looked down into my eyes. "I'm going to fuck you now."

Unable to speak, I nodded my head, my breathing already picking up in anticipation. A moment later I felt the tip of his dick poke into my pussy, but it wasn't properly aligned and didn't go where he wanted, where I needed. He tried again, but in his haste missed for the second time, pulling a giggle from me.

Raising my hand to cup his cheek, I smiled up at him. "There's no reason to rush. I'm not going anywhere."

He didn't miss the third time.

My head crashed back into the bed, my eyes rolling up as I went from empty to completely fucking full in an instant. He'd completely hilted himself inside me in one single thrust and I was so stretched out that it was almost too much. But only almost. "Fuck!" I hissed.

"You okay?" he asked, clearly concerned as he gazed down at me. "I didn't expect to slip in quite that fast or that far."

I quickly nodded, not wanting him to worry. "All good. Just… give me a second to get used to this."

"Also, I know it's a bit late to be asking this since I already did it, but… would you prefer me to cum inside or out?"

Snorting a laugh, I met his eyes. "Deep inside me, dear brother. I'm on the pill anyway, and feeling you fill up me with your cum is deliciously naughty." I flexed my vaginal muscles around him, pulling a groan from his lips.

"I don't think I'm going to be able to last very long, Grace. You're so fucking tight."

"Whose fault is that?" I poked my tongue out at him. "Once you start moving I don't think I'll be able to last either, though." I felt like I was as ready as I was going to be, so I flexed around him once again. "Now, fuck me."

Evan didn't need to be told more than once as his thick cock pulled almost completely out of me, leaving just his head right inside my opening and making me feel suddenly empty. It only lasted for a second before he thrust all the way back in. I thought I'd been ready, but I wasn't, it was just far too different and way more intense than any masturbation session or even what we'd done in the car.

Arching my back off the bed, I screamed in pleasure as he began to pound my pussy over and over again. The hotel room around us faded away as my head was filled with nothing but the feeling of my brother's cock teaching me what true rapture was all about. Each thrust brought me closer and closer, and I didn't even feel the need to reach down to stimulate my clit since he was already grinding into it so nicely each time our hips slapped together.

"I love your fucking pussy so much," Evan gasped, somehow picking the pace even more.

"Not as much as I love your dick inside it."

"Let me know when you're going to cum," he said, breathing heavily.

"You mean just like this morning?" I asked, somehow making the connection back to the joke he'd made earlier.

"Exactly. Except for real this time."

It was hot, and I was already super close. I could tell this wouldn't be as large as the one in the car had been since I'd had so much more time to work myself up then, but it was still going to be one of my strongest.

"Fuck, I can't take it any longer."

Immediately after my brother's words, his pace faltered for a split second before I felt his cock throb inside me. As I felt him begin to shoot rope after rope of cum deep into the back of my pussy, it proved too much for me to handle as I joined him.

"Oh god, I'm cumming!" I shouted, doing exactly that as my body began to convulse in an all-consuming orgasm. My pussy was spasming on his cock, as if it were desperate to milk every last drop of his cum.

Evan groaned, all but collapsing on top of me as we each spent the next minute or so catching our breaths. Giving me a light kiss on the lips, he smiled at me. "That was so much better than in the car."

He was so right. The fuck in the car had been nice, but this had been life-changing. My pussy was already addicted to my brother's cock, craving more of what it had just received. I could even feel him beginning to trickle out of me, that's how little room there was and how much he'd cum, even though his dick was unfortunately slowly starting to slightly shrink. But despite all of that, how undeniably amazing it had been, a nagging sense of worry filled me.

"What did we just do?"

My brother gave me a confused look. "Had crazy hot sex. Obviously."

"No shit, but… we're related." I didn't mind at this point, but I needed to make sure he was fully onboard with it.

"Grace…" His eyes flickered away before returning to mine. "I've been masturbating while thinking of you for just about a year now."

I blinked, completely caught off guard. "Seriously?"

He nodded, his face going red. "That's why I never bothered asking Sarah out, although I still think she never would have said yes. Every time I saw you, all I could think about was how amazing you were, and it made other girls pale in comparison. So if you're worried that I'm grossed out by incest…" He laughed. "Trust me, I'm not."

It was my turn to blush at his compliment. "I still don't understand what you see in me."

"Well…" He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my nose. "First of all, you're beyond beautiful, but you're also smart"—he kissed my forehead—"and you're also the kindest person I know." His lips dropped to my own, and I kissed him back intensely, my stomach fluttering.

"So you don't mind fucking your sister?" I asked for confirmation once he pulled back.

"I love fucking my sister."

I grinned back at him. "Good, 'cause I love fucking my brother too."

Evan rolled us onto our sides, his cock still inside me as we cuddled together on the bed. I was still basking in the lingering warmth of my orgasm, although I was already beginning to look forward to the next one. Cuddling was nice though, especially because his hands were roaming all over my body and it let me do the same to him.

"So, what's next?" Evan eventually asked, nuzzling my neck in a way that made me want to do a whole lot more.

"What do you mean?"

"With us…"

Propping myself up with an elbow, I looked down at him, noting the worry in his eyes. "Well, now that I've already fucked my brother once—"

"Twice."

My lip curled up into a smile. "Now that I've already fucked my brother twice, doing it a bit more doesn't seem so bad. At least until we both find someone."

"What if that never happens?"

"Then I guess you'll just have to keep fucking me forever, now won't you?" I leaned down and kissed him deeply, letting him know that I would always be there for him.

"I suppose I can think of worse things," he said with a laugh after we'd broken apart.

So could I, and I also couldn't help but notice that he was already beginning to harden up inside me once again.

"Now, how about we make it three times?" I asked, giving my brother a wicked grin.