Unexpected Incest

Growing up, I always idolized my big brother. He was very strong, outgoing, and athletic and was always very protective of me, his little sis. By the time I hit puberty, though, and started becoming a woman, I began dressing very provocatively because I liked the attention that I got from the boys, which really irked him.

When I was sixteen, I came downstairs one morning dressed in a very tight, low cut top that showed off my cleavage and a very short skirt. It was the summer and our mother had already left for work, leaving the two of us to fend for ourselves. I went into the kitchen to fix some breakfast. My brother was sitting there at the kitchen table eating a bowl of cereal. He took one look at me and asked why I had to dress like that. I told him to mind his own business as I made myself some toast. Then, just to piss him off even more, I bent over the table right in front of him to grab the butter, knowing full well that he could see my white, satin panties as my skirt rode up.

The response that I got wasn't exactly what I was expecting. He stood up, grabbed my arms, and slammed my hands down on the table. Then he flipped up the back of my skirt and I could hear him unzip his pants. Next thing I know, he grabs my hips and I could feel his rock-hard cock rubbing against my buttocks, along with the sound of his heavy breaths.

I was a little in shock at first. I was still a virgin and had never felt a guy's cock before. The more he rubbed it against me, though, the more I could feel his unbridled lust for me and my pussy grew sopping wet.

He reached up with one hand and cupped my breast. I just stood there with my hands braced against the table, letting him do his thing and kind of basking in my first sexual experience. He let out a moan and I could feel the back of my panties grow wet as he blew his load.

Afterward, he backed away still breathing heavy and zipped up his pants. Then he yelled at me to go upstairs and change my clothes because I looked like a whore. I did what he said without saying a word. I think we both felt a tiny mixture of guilt and revulsion for what had just happened.

The moment I got to my bedroom and closed the door, I slid off my panties and looked at the sticky, white cum all over the back of them and suddenly I felt aroused all over again. I laid down on my bed and started furiously stroking my clit as I thought of my brother taking his lust out on me. It didn’t take long for me to have a massive orgasm.

Neither of us ever talked about that morning, preferring instead to pretend like it never happened. But I continued to dress all scantily around him, just to drive him nuts with desire.

A couple months later, I lost my virginity to one of his friends. The whole time we were doing it in the backseat of his car, though, I was imagining that it was my brother giving into the forbidden lust that I knew he secretly felt for me. I felt like a dirty whore, but it was so hot.