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Me and my brother, who’s around 8 years older than me at 22 and 30 were going on a family vacation with my father, who was nearing 52. My mother had died a few years prior, almost a decade ago. My brother had just broken up with his girlfriend of two years, and I had already come out as gay. My brother was the one who suggested our vacation, we had used to go fairly regularly but stopped recently. I had just started working a second job, and was stressed out of my mind and so agreed to go with both of them.
I wasn’t as big as either my brother or my father, both of them being bigger and hairy. My mother always said we were the three Bears and Goldilocks. Us being brunette, but I soon grew out of the short stature I had, no longer a baby bear. And yet, I was still the smaller of the three. Even though I was big anyway, I had started going to the gym to fix my ever-growing stomach.
It was just to a lake cabin, over the weekend. It was nice, but as I think you could guess, this isn’t about our trip, or what happened on our hike.
It started when we got back. My t-shirt had been tight on me, I hadn’t noticed how tight until I took my rucksack off. I was wearing thin layers, under armour skins, so I couldn’t feel it pressing on me. But my brother noticed. My dad was upstairs at the time, and the whole house had basically been soundproof, (I don’t know how or why, but it meant I could watch porn and moan loudly without them hearing me at least.) so he didn’t hear it when my brother laughed and swore rather loudly. “Fuck! You basically have tits, look!” He giggled, if I remember correctly, he tentatively poked where my nipple was hard, on display. I looked down and could see what he meant.
I wasn’t fat, or skinny, like I said prior. I took after my father, as my brother did more so, in a bigger ‘lumberjack’ build. I had been going to the gym, but my pecs weren’t that big the last time I checked.
For some reason, still to this day, I don't know why, but a jolt of something harsh shivered through me as he poked me. A soft moan escaped my lips as my body tensed and I bit my lip, holding back more moans. He stopped laughing almost instantly, his mouth open, his eyes half-lidded, filled with something I recognise now as lust but couldn’t figure out back then, a hint of mischief and wonder took over him, as he didn’t even take his eyes off of my tits. I felt open and vulnerable under his exploring gaze.
I remember being shocked, that he closed the door to the hallway from the living room, and turned back around to me. He sort of reached around, his hands outstretched as he muttered, “fuck- didn’t know you had tits.” He groped my still-clothed chest at this point. I moaned. His eyes dropped down slightly further. “Shit. I- “ he moaned. He stripped off his own top. And so did I. I can’t really remember what I was thinking, but I can remember the scent of heat and lust that seemed of its own accord to take over me. I smelled like slick cum, lust and sex, hot sweat and desire. I was practically naked now, but I couldn’t care.
He was definitely naked, his thick throbbing heat rubbing along my boxered taint. It was massive. I could feel every vain, every small pubic hair, every thick throb of his thick girthy cock. In an obscene moan, I realised as I looked down that I had definitely changed in more than just my tits. There was no bulge in my loose and now wet with my slick juices and my brother's pre-cum soaked briefs. I felt the heat and a sudden urge of horny craving. To be filled. Even though I definitely had a dick before- granted it wasn’t big, but neither was his before. My brother's massive erection prodded at my wet pussy. I had tits, a pussy, a slim and slender waist and thick thighs, paler skin than my already white body, and slender features. I looked like a porn star.
I looked up at my brother. He was more muscular, I had seen him shirtless yesterday, in the car, he was sitting next to me behind the passenger seat in the car, shirtless. He had a squat shape, one too many beers and pizzas he said. I laughed along with him. Now he was broad, lean with a shaped physique. As if carved by a statue carver, built from the Greek gods themselves, his jaw was more defined, his shape suaver and sexier. He moved with grace and ease.
We both looked at each other. My eyes staring lustfully into his eyes, he brushed my now long wavy hair out of my face and behind my ears. It seemed all my body hair had been waxed. His other hand pulled down my underwear. He whispered softly into my ears, “I’m going to fuck you. Until you can’t walk no more. Until your voice is rough and raw. I’m going to ravage you in any possible position I want, I'm going to defile you, degrade you, mark you as mine. Fill up every one of your pretty holes with my fucking cum. My fucking seed. Mine.” I moaned as he nibbled and licked my ear, his wandering hand finding itself lower and lower. My face in turn blushing, as his voice came out much deeper and sultry than before
“But we’re-” he silenced my feminine voice, with a deep and passionate kiss, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth. I let myself go, giving into the kiss, kissing him back with a moan as my eyes fluttered closed. His wandering lustful hands crept down further and further, into my soaked cunt.
Slowly he pushed his middle finger in. His palm gave heat and pressure to my clit. His wide fingers stretch out my new pussy. His hot breath and warm tongue slid down to my neck as my head fell back, submitting to him, giving him full access to me, letting him bite wherever as my hip thrust up to meet his hand. He looked up at me as he pushed another thick finger in, both digits defiling me, my moans hitching with each small thrust they made. Fuck- he had expert fingers. My lips fell open again as his free hand groped and toyed with my breasts. One hand on one tit, his mouth in the other squeezing and licking, with two thick fingers filling my heat up. The sensitive pleasure shocked through me in waves, the desperate desire rolling through me, my tense heat building up. I was close, only on his fucking amazing fingers and mouth. It was unlike any feeling I'd felt before, sensitive pinches and gropes shocking me. My mind occasionally faltered as loud whines and moans filled the room.
My tits were both raw and hot, both of us lost in the deranged sounds of our hot bodies moaning and slapping against each other. He pulled away, I was sad for a brief moment, as his head rested on mine, both of us close and hot. I looked down to see him, a beautiful hand on a marvellous cock, larger than even most dildos. Wide and thick, long and hard. Pulsing with smooth masculine hair along its thick base. The uncut head seemed almost thinner than his actual cock, which was as thick as a can of beer. I was nervous, believing falsely that it wouldn’t fit inside me.
He slowly pushed it in. The musk exuded from his calming scents, like oak and hot sweaty lust. His tip had pushed to my folds, stretching me as I moaned breathlessly, a silent scream in pleasure. More and more of his thick cock pushed into my fresh pussy. It was filling me up, each slow and lazy lustful pump accompanied by a kiss and grope at my sensitive tits. More and more of his thick dick pushed inside me. I felt as though I'd tear, and he was only halfway in.
He grunted. I could feel his frustration. It was going slow. He gave up rather quickly, in desperation and need. A mad lust he couldn't seem to wait for. “It- it's too big. It aint gonna fit.” He moaned, I was momentarily disappointed. But then he bit down into my neck, a soft heat building there, a love bite and hickey growing. As he marked me as mine.
As he did so, in his animalistic desire, in his pleasure and desperate lust he shoved the rest of his gargantuan cock inside my cunt, stretching it to its limit. I screamed, it wasn’t pain, but there was some throbbing aching full feeling, but mostly I screamed in lust and pleasure, of finally being full. There wasn’t a pleasure I craved more, finally, I felt like I had reached heaven and soared further, he was filling up my tight walls with everything. His pubic hair scratched at my clean-shaven entrance. My heart was pounding, my breath short, unintelligible uninterrupted moans of short-circuited pleasure. I couldn’t believe it. I needed more. My legs hooked around his waist. My hourglass figure is perfect for his hands to grasp my waist and for his mouth to trail bites and kisses all over me. My cunt was all that controlled me, in desire and desperate lust that overtook me. I was drowning in it, I could only breathe in this. This lust and pleasure, this needy heat and sex I craved.
He slowly started to pump his cock. It had to be bigger than a foot in length. In and out. Giving me pleasure and the pressure of hot sex that drove me mad with lust. The heat started to rise, the slow, steady, building of something inside me. I knew my brother could feel it. My pussy clenched around his massive cock, even though it was already tight. I was loving every single thrust and grunt he let escape. He was devouring me, but my body slowly grew used to his massive size. He was slowly dirty talking me, marking me more with more and more thrusts. “Fuck, your tight pussy feels so fucking good. I’m going to ruin your pussy, stretch it so wide that it can only feel good around me. My massive cock. You're mine. Fuck, I’m gonna fucking fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk. You won’t remember how to fucking talk. You’ll only moan. I’ll fucking make you mine, you’ll be begging for more and more. Every second you spend without my cock filling your tight delicious pussy up you’ll feel fucking empty and needy. Slut,” he went on and on. My own voice desperately begging for more, more, harder and faster- as my nails claw at his back gripping him as if he would disappear any moment.
His rough pumps inside me grew more and more sporadic, animalistic and wild. He wasn’t pulling out as far, he seemed to push deeper and deeper, even if I thought he couldn’t get any further. I must’ve already orgasmed multiple times, I had lost count of how wet we were, how much of my slick had coated our sex, in soaked sloppy slaps almost squelching with each thrust. He was close. I could feel his cum rising, my pussy held him tight.
I needed his sperm. Somehow, I knew, deep inside there was a piece of knowledge, like knowing how to talk, it was there, I knew his sperm wouldn’t impregnate me. But I needed it deep. I wanted him to fill me up roughly, I desperately needed him. I needed his thick white cum.
He released. In one deep thrust, his head in my breasts, my head fell back, both our voices rough and raw from screaming and moaning. His thick cock pulsed, unmoving inside me, releasing his seed, his thick white cream deep inside my wet vagina. I was leaking, both his cum and my own. He moaned. Whispering between my tits, “Your squirting.” And I was. It felt so good, my toes curled. I felt full. He reached around, his hand stroking where my stomach bulge from his cock, moaning softly. “Fuck. Wanna go again…” he lazily whispered. Licking his lips.
We went another six rounds. One after another. He even fucked my ass after my pussy was too loose. I loved him and he loved me. I slowly felt myself rise, his cock inside my pussy. The couch was covered in slick and sperm. His mouth was wet from my squirt he ate out once, both of my holes wet and leaky. He lifted me up. Kissing my forehead softly, pressing me close to him, as I straddled his waist. He walked us both upstairs and to our now shared room, luckily with a king-sized bed. We did it another two times, Lazily 69’ing a third. Before both of us fell into a slow, hazy, restful sleep.