#brother
“He’s totally staring”
“You fucking perv”
“You’re turned on by seeing your big sisters in underwear?”
“Isn’t it… kinda-”
“Kinda hot, yeah”
“You know, I bet our little brother has a big dick”
“We’re almost there, little brother. Just half an hour, then all the teasing, all the flirting, all the tension, you can let it all out on my body. I can tell how badly you want to put a baby into me, and we’re gonna start trying today.”
“I know my ass looks great, little brother, but you need to be less obvious about your staring. People know who we are.”
“I don’t mind that you’re staring, little brother. Honestly, I’m just impressed you haven’t put your hands on my body yet.”
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“Give us a second, little brother”
“Yeah, I know we promised you a weekend of non-stop sex but your big sisters need a quick break”
“Well, little brother? What do you think? Does this bikini look good? Or would you rather I… take it off?”
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“What do you mean I look like a bimbo, little brother? Don’t insult me like that! I don’t look like a bimbo, I am a bimbo! Your bimbo!”
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My little sister asked me to tell her how her new braces looked, but she very clearly wanted me to tell her how her mouth tasted.
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He hadn’t been sure about it all when his big Brother said he really needed to meet the guy but he was a good little Brother so he got on the train and went to meet him and, wow. It felt like he was in the brownstone for only a few minutes, half hour max, but when he left it has been hours. Time flew even faster than around his big Brother. And the way his body felt, so pumped and alive. How amazing he felt was almost all he could think about, when the guy put the headphones over his ears just as he was leaving it…just incredible. He couldn’t wait to return with his big Brother.
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Heading to the next hole he glanced over to his little Brother and smiled. His little Brother had grown up and changed so much over the last couple years he could barely see the long haired pudgy guy that he’d picked to be his to train and mold. Those first few months had been hard as he pushed his Brother in the gym, gotten him to cut his hair and build a sense of style but he’d done it. He’d even gotten a golf partner out of it too.
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He spent the last two years learning everything he could from his big Brother, this year he’s ready to start being the trainer.
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It’s shouldn’t be so hard to look away. He knew it shouldn’t be but he still couldn’t take his eyes off the House president. Even when his big Brother rested a hand on his neck while slipping the cup from his hand he couldn’t focus on anything but the president’s words and eyes and in the back of his mind he realized why. He belonged to the House and the president controlled the House, controlled him.
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Standing in the water he knew he should feel cold. It was an overcast windy fall day after all. But he felt on fire as he blushed there in the water. He’d just scored the winning slide belly flop out performing all the other pledges and, most importantly, made his big Brother smile.
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Laura
Laura looked around the small hotel room, meekly testing her wrists and ankles against the hard leather restraints. Her brother was off mumbling to himself again as he adjusted and re-adjusted the lights and set the cameras at the perfect angles to take in the length of her naked body as she lay brashly exposed across the bed. She watched, biting her lips nervously as he carefully aligned each of the cameras to perfectly record each minute expression of her face, her nervous stare, soft quivering lips, budding nipples, the sight of her tight pink pussy growing even more aroused with each passing moment as she waited for him to begin.
Joel made a few last adjustments, tapping out a series of keys on the computer board, finally satisfied with his preparations. He went over to her smiling proudly, giving one last test to each of her cuffs and straps, making sure that all of them were secure if not completely comfortable. She looked up into his face as he took her in, a face she had adored and trusted for so many years, and wept inwardly. She knew that he loved her, but still the sight of her naked shivering body drew not a single lustful glance from his steel-gray eyes. She thought back to the sweat and pain of a thousand crunches, a thousand laps swum around their pool at home, all of those ten mile early morning runs to keep her body smooth and firm, tight and sexy. Drawing the hungry stares of every one of his friends. Fighting off all of their wild advances. Saving herself for the one man she wanted and adored.
Not that he had or would ever notice.
“We’re going to be monitoring your body’s responses to the various vibrators being tested. The test will continue each time until it exacts a climax from you. At that point a new vibrator will be introduced until all twelve of them have been fully tested. Understood?”
Laura nodded quietly, looking down between her breasts to watch Joel position the machine, one of his own design, between her legs. It had an 8" curved penis-like dildo attached to it, its hanging rubbery balls heavy and full. Completely lifelike although she had never seen one so long and thick. Not that she had seen many at all. They had gone through the various machinery offered on the Internet, none of which met Joel’s standards. This one was too clunky, that one too poorly designed, another not having enough force or staying power, yet another lacking any sort of elegance at all. This one he designed himself using everything he had learned from his years at MIT. It was a sleek and sexy oval, the ugly working parts well hidden, with arms to hold her thighs perfectly in place as it did its lustful work.
Joel set those arms in position now, making sure each was warm to her flesh, its grip secure. The entire design of the machine was to be aesthetically pleasing, smooth, elegant. Sexy even. Laura could not deny his craftsmanship. The thing looked arousing and elegant. Its only purpose to give pleasure. Leaning her head back, closing her eyes, she could imagine herself being spread open by a lover’s hands. A lover who spoke with a vibrating whisper, his thick shaft hard for her, patiently waiting for her, glistening with scented lube, determined to bring her to orgasm. To ruin her gloriously.
She closed her eyes tight and prepared herself for the invasion, Joel’s name already on her lips as she thought of how it might feel to feel him between her legs, fucking her to climax, instead of his sexy robot creation. It wasn’t as if it was the first time she imagined it. His hands spreading her wide. His cock pushing into her. His body crushing her down into the bed as he fucked her from one mindless orgasm to the next. How many of his women had she heard over the years, with the sound of their mewling cries coming through the thin walls of their home, begging him to fuck his seed into them, their panting breaths marked with the thrust of his cock into their creaming wet cunts. But none of them ever lasted long. Not one of them able to satisfy Joel’s dark and terrible needs. Laura could still remember them crying out in the night. Thrust after violent thrust, orgasm after orgasm, with her listening to them through the wall, spying on her older brother as she dreamed of being his next conquest. Of feeling his demanding cock pounding into her wailing ecstasy, being the only pussy he’d ever want or need. Climaxing along with them each time as she’d work her fingers frantically between her own shuddering thighs, biting back her own orgasmic screams lest they discover her sin.
The mechanical arm lowered the dildo to match her pussy and slowly moved forward. It stopped as it touched her tight pink-shaven lips. Laura gasped, Joel squirting another glob of flower-scented lube across her pussy lips, his fingers warm and firm as he gently rubbed it in. He was touching her. Rubbing her pussy. Sending Laura’s entire body tensing across the bed as she writhed and squirmed with the simple joy of his fingers playing along her cunt for the very first time.
“Hell. You’re already moaning.” He said with a smile. “I never knew this side of you, sister. The thought of all these dildos bringing out such raw sexuality in you. You’re already so wet and ready. I don’t even think the lube will be necessary. I have to say I’m impressed.”
Fuck! she thought. Fuck the damned dildos! Keep touching me. Let me show you what’s really making me crazy. Get those fingers inside of me. That cock inside of me. Let me show you what I really need. How fucking good it’s gonna feel. My cunt heaven made perfect for that cock of yours, she thought as she bit her lip, her breath held tight in her pounding chest.
The arm moved, slowly inserting the dildo between her tender lips as Laura thrust and gyrated her hips into her brother’s fingertips. She moaned low as the arm pressed forward, slowly inserting the dildo into her well-lubed and thoroughly aroused pussy. Joel had set it on the slowest setting and it was only after several agonizing minutes that the dildo was fully inserted between her molten cunt walls, its thick shaft spreading her out like no true cock ever had.
Laura gasped and moaned, twisting her head from side to side as she bit back her moans, trying to fight the sexual sensations coming from her pussy. The arm slowly extracted the rubber cock until only an inch of it remained. Then the arm pushed it into her again, and then withdrew it again. The arm slowly increasing its rhythm with after every ten strokes. Laura grunted and groaned with each thrust, her hips started to rise up to meet it as it plunged inside of her again and again without mercy. Her breath grew labored; her cries turning to moans and then to unfettered wails of joy which shook the walls, her arms and legs pulling frantically at their bonds. Unfazed, Joel’s fuck-machine continued to hammer her creaming cunt harder and harder, steadily increasing its speed with every ten strokes. Laura’s whole body shook and her hips bucked up and down wildly as she grew closer to her inevitable climax. In response, the hellish machine pumped the dildo in and out of her even faster and harder, just as if it knew what it was doing to her. Laura’s whole body stiffened tighter and tighter as she surged upwards towards that blinding moment.
Then at once, her whole body stiffened and there was a long silence. Blood roared through her cunt and through her shattered, sex-hazed mind. Even her breath stopped, her heart as well, the only sound she could hear being the rhythmic pumping of the machine as it ravaged her body. After what seemed an eternity, she surged one last time in a defiant thrust upwards. Laura let out an animalistic moan as she began to orgasm. Her hips wildly bucked up and down and she felt her juices spray freely along the merciless shaft. Still, unfazed and unmoved, the machine kept on fucking her, harder and harder and she climaxed shouting out in pure pleasure, desperately clenching her pussy around the invader, something primal inside of her needing to feel it succumb to her sex and fill her with its seed the way that nature had ever intended. But the sex-machine was not impressed, slamming her cunt with a steady rhythm even as she fell exhausted from her orgasm unable to take one from her inhuman lover. Laura’s body sank back to the bed, defeated and spent. The fuck-machine, somehow sensing her surrender eventually slowed and withdrew, a gush of cunt juices splashing behind it as it left her suddenly and terribly empty; her cunt gaping wide and pulsing with need.
Joel gave her ten minutes to recover before the arm returned, this time with another dildo, flesh colored and heavily veined, its seven or so inches sliding gently between her quivering legs. Like the first it plunged itself deep into her with a will. Laura gasped and moaned once again, her hips thrusting up to meet its assault. Just as before the machine pumped itself in and out of her heat, slowly increasing its rhythm after each ten strokes. Just as before it fucked her harder and harder, increasing its speed to the sound of her climbing wails. Just as before Laura’s hips bucked up and down, as she grew closer to the inevitable, the machine merciless as it hammered her into submission. Hot tears flowed down her cheeks as she flung her head from side to side, her hair streaked across her face amid her sweat and tears, her legs quivering uncontrollably, still held fast by the vice-like restraints. Even as she pulled and fought, her throat growing dry with her savaged wails, she felt her next climax rising.
On and on it would continue. Orgasm after cruel orgasm. Fuck after relentless fuck. Pushing her past exhaustion. Past the last shreds of her fragile sanity. The machine would never tire. Never…
Now it had been several hours since Laura had been in the clutches of the machine. She had been subjected to the orgasmic torture of one hard, lubed cock-shaft after another repeatedly and with only the shortest breaks in between to gather what was left of her senses. She had lost count as to the number of orgasms she had been forced to endure and which of them had finally caused her to black out, losing consciousness, falling back into a comforting and merciful darkness.
As she slept, she was gently released from her bindings and carried gently to the second hotel bed to recover from her ordeal. Joel lay her carefully amid the sheets, easing her head among the pillows, straightening her hair behind her as he leaned in to tenderly kiss her cheek, whispering soft words into her ear as he slid the silken sheets over her shoulders. She had been such a good girl for him. Far better than any of the rest. All the various tests had been completed, the data collected and currently being sorted, filed, and analyzed.
Joel stood there watching her sleep. His little sister grown so well, so strong, and so utterly perfect. So utterly loyal and devoted. Laura’s endurance had proved truly magnificent, able to withstand even the hardest fucking from a dozen different cocks in brutal succession. Oh, there were still more tests to run. More ways for Laura to prove herself, her body, her cunt before finally being judged worthy. Laura would be the one. He was certain now. He was not greedy after all. Far from. When he eventually chose the perfect woman to bear his mark, to satisfy his lusts, to bear his seed…
Well after all, who could be better for a man than his own sister?
