Blood and Desire

 

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Blood and Desire

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First Edition

I honestly don’t know how to start this or if I should even be posting it, but I’m losing my mind keeping it all inside. So here it is, the entire story.

I’m Ana, 22. My little brother Marko just turned 18 and had his prom last weekend. We’ve always been close but never like this. Never sexual. That changed completely the night of his prom.

He came home around 2 in the morning, a little drunk, tie all loose, hair messy. I was waiting for him in the living room wearing my thin white nightie – the one that’s almost see-through when the light hits it right. I’d already had two glasses of wine so I was feeling way too brave.

I told him to sit next to me on the couch and said I had a special graduation gift for him. When I pulled 200 euros out of my purse and put it on the table, he looked confused and asked what it was. Then I just said it straight: “I’ll give you this if you let me watch you masturbate. Just watching, nothing more. I promise.”

His face went bright red. He stared at me like I was crazy and whispered “Ana… are you fucking serious?” I nodded, trying to look calm even though my heart was pounding so hard. “Yeah, I’m serious. You get the money for summer fun, and I get to see. No one will ever know.”

He stayed quiet for a really long time – maybe ten whole minutes. I didn’t push him, I just gently rubbed his knee with my fingers. Finally he swallowed hard and said in a low voice, “Only watching, right? You swear?”

“I swear,” I answered softly.

He stood up, all awkward and nervous, and started taking his clothes off. First the shirt – his chest looked nicer than I remembered. Then he pushed his jeans down. His boxers were already tented out. When he finally pulled them off… god, I wasn’t ready. He was hard and bigger than I expected. He sat back down on the couch and wrapped his hand around himself.

At first his strokes were slow and shy, like he was super embarrassed that I was staring so hard. But after a minute or two he started to relax because I wasn’t laughing or looking away. His breathing got deeper. I watched every single movement – the way his thumb brushed over the head, how his balls tightened when he squeezed harder. I was getting so incredibly wet just from watching. My nipples were hard and clearly visible through the thin nightie, and I know he noticed because his eyes kept flicking to my chest.

I moved a little closer on the couch, my thigh almost touching his. He looked at me with those big eyes and whispered, “Ana… this feels so weird… but it feels really good too.”

“Keep going,” I told him softly. “Show me exactly how you do it when you’re alone in your room.”

His hand sped up. The soft wet sound of skin on skin filled the room. A little drop of precum appeared on the tip. When he finally came it was intense. He groaned my name under his breath and thick ropes shot across his stomach and even reached his chest. He kept stroking until he was completely empty, breathing like he just ran a marathon.

We sat there in silence for a minute, both breathing heavy. I handed him tissues and slid the 200 euros closer. “Best graduation gift ever?” I teased, trying to sound casual.

He laughed nervously. “Fuck… yeah. But I think I owe you one now.”

That should have been the end of it. But it wasn’t.

Two nights later I couldn’t stop thinking about it. After our parents went to sleep I went to his room wearing only a long t-shirt, nothing underneath. He was lying in bed scrolling on his phone. When he saw me he sat up fast. “Ana… what are you doing here?”

I sat on the edge of his bed and whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about the other night. I want more this time. Not just watching.”

I pulled the covers down, wrapped my fingers around his cock and started stroking him gently. After a minute I leaned down and took him in my mouth. The sound he made when my lips closed around the head… I’ll never forget it. I sucked him slowly at first, swirling my tongue around the tip, tasting the salty precum. Then I took him deeper, bobbing my head, letting him hit the back of my throat. He put his hand in my hair and moaned my name over and over.

Before he could finish I pulled off and looked up at him. “I want you inside me.”

I climbed on top, pulled my t-shirt off so I was completely naked, and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. It felt so tight and full. I started riding him, grinding my hips in circles. He grabbed my waist and thrust up to meet me. The bed was creaking quietly and we were both trying not to make too much noise. I leaned down and kissed him – our first real kiss – while I rode him harder. His hands moved to my breasts, squeezing and pinching my nipples. I came first, biting his shoulder to stay quiet as my pussy clenched around him. A few seconds later he groaned and filled me deep inside.

We lay there tangled together, his cum slowly leaking out of me. He kept whispering “I can’t believe we did that…”

The next night I brought lube. After sucking him again until he was rock hard, I got on all fours on his bed. “I want to try anal,” I told him, my voice shaking a little. He looked shocked but excited. I poured lube on his cock and on my ass, then guided him to my tight hole.

He pushed in very slowly, inch by inch. It burned at first but then it turned into this strange full pleasure. When he was all the way inside I told him to start moving. He fucked my ass gently at first, then faster when I started pushing back. One of his hands reached around to rub my clit. I came so hard I had to bury my face in the pillow. He pulled out at the last second and came all over my back and ass.

Now I sneak into his room almost every night. Sometimes it’s slow and sweet – me riding him while we kiss the whole time. Sometimes it’s rougher – him bending me over and fucking me hard from behind, slapping my ass. He’s eaten me out in the shower until my legs were shaking. Last night I got on my knees and swallowed every drop when he came in my mouth.

I know how wrong this is. I’m supposed to be the responsible big sister. But I can’t stop. Every time I see him I get wet instantly. He looks at me now with so much hunger and something else I can’t even name.

I don’t know what’s going to happen when summer ends and he leaves for college. But right now… I just want him to keep fucking me. Oral, vaginal, anal – everything. As long as he wants me too.

I feel guilty as hell, but I’ve never been more turned on in my life. Thanks for reading if you made it this far. I just needed to get the whole story out.

Next chapter….

 

A few nights ago I did something I never thought I would do. I paid my own mother to suck my little brother’s cock… and then I watched her ride him until he came inside her.

It all started because I couldn’t stop thinking about the night I paid Marko to masturbate in front of me after his prom. That already messed me up, but instead of feeling bad, it only made me want more. Much more.

One evening when dad was away on a business trip, I sat mom down in the kitchen after dinner. I was so nervous my voice was shaking, but I forced the words out.

“Mom… I’ll give you 300 euros if you go to Marko’s room tonight and give him a blowjob. I want to watch.”

She looked at me in complete shock. Her face went white, then bright red. “Ana, are you crazy? He’s your brother… he’s my son!”

I didn’t stop. I told her how turned on I was that night watching him, how I couldn’t stop thinking about it, and how I wanted to see something even more forbidden. I kept talking, saying how beautiful she still is, how Marko would probably love it, and that it would stay just between the three of us. After a long silence and a lot of blushing, she finally agreed.

Later that night, around 1 AM, I gave her the money. She was wearing a short silk robe with nothing underneath. I followed her quietly down the hallway. Marko’s door was left half-open on purpose. I stayed hidden in the dark where I could see everything perfectly.

Mom walked in. Marko was lying in bed in just his boxers, playing on his phone. When he saw her he sat up fast.

“Mom? What are you doing here?”

She didn’t answer with words. She just let the robe slide off her shoulders and fall to the floor, standing completely naked in front of him. Marko’s eyes went huge. Mom slowly got down on her knees between his legs, pulled his boxers down, and took his hard cock in her hand.

I watched as my own mother leaned forward and took her son’s cock into her mouth. She started slow and gentle – kissing the head, licking up and down the shaft, then sliding her lips all the way down. The wet sucking sounds were so clear in the quiet room. Marko groaned and put his hand gently on her head, holding her hair.

Mom was really getting into it. She moaned softly around his cock, taking him deeper, sometimes gagging a little when he hit the back of her throat. She would pull off for air, spit on it, stroke him fast with her hand, then suck him back in. I could see her saliva dripping down his balls.