Stacy’s Story 3 – Part 2

Stacy’s Story 3 – (part 2)

[We continue where the front door had just been closed behind us and we stepped out into the night…]

As soon as we were out of sight and around the corner beside a garage, my brother stopped and pinned me against a brick wall and kissed me with such passion it startled me for a second. His hands were in my hair to start with but soon enough they dropped down and settled on my slender hips.

“Sorry about that,” he said standing back, “but I couldn’t wait another second, you look stunning.” I couldn’t stop smiling, my whole reason for making such an effort was to get this kind of response, and his reaction assured me that my efforts, and bravery, were very much appreciated.

“It’s ok,” I said, still smiling, “you like your sexy sister?”

“I love her,” was his answer along with another, softer kiss. With our lips pressed together, his hands fell to the hemline of my short dress.” I really love her.”

We broke apart and stepped away from the wall of the garage; I straightened out my dress and pulled my coat closed to guard against the cool breeze. Then, hand in hand, we walked towards the bus stop.

“I still can’t believe it,” I confessed, “how is it that we’ve gone all our lives without realizing the potential for a real relationship with each other?”

“Well who would realize it?” He replied, “I doubt many people would look to their own flesh and blood for that kind of relationship, even if they did I doubt many of them would have the courage to try it. I mean imagine if I had tried it on with you and you had thought of me as disgusting. That kind of rejection would be impossible to get over. That’s why I never asked you about it.” I felt his grip on my hand tighten slightly.

“How long have you felt this way?” I asked.

“A very long time, maybe about 4 years,” he said with a slight hint of embarrassment.

I was shocked, “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” he said with the same awkwardness as before.

“Wow, I had no idea,” I said regretfully, although the thought of my little brother wanting me for all that time was a little exciting. How many of his fantasies had I starred in? How many litres of cum had he let loose while thinking about me?

“Well you’ve got me now,” I said, squeezing his hand, “and we can do anything we want together.”

“Plus if we got married,” he said smiling, “you wouldn’t have to change your last name!” That started us both laughing.

“So, now you’ve got me, what are you going to do with me?” I said with a flirty smile.

“I’m sure I’ll think of something,” he said.

The bus shelter was empty when we arrived so we sat beside each other on the small bench inside and waited for the bus. Jake glanced at his watch said that the bus should be here in around 5 minutes. While we sat and chatted to each other I felt his hand on my leg just south of the edge of my dress. He casually stroked it, working his way from my thigh to my knee and back again. As his hand glided up towards my thigh again a small shudder ran through me, we had stopped talking now, as if the act of touching, and being touched, needed quiet concentration.

“Your skin feels so soft,” he said, almost in a whisper. “You’re so beautiful Stacy.”

With that he leant in close to me and we kissed again. Our tongues met and softly ran over one another, as if they were locked in a slow, intimate dance. He continued to stroke my thigh and still, little by little, worked his hand further up until it disappeared under my dress. I let out another shudder, partly because of the erotic feeling that was flowing through me and partly because his hand felt cold against the warm flesh of my inner thigh. I decided that I should do some exploring of my own and allowed my hand to drop down his body, feeling my way down his chest, stomach, waist, right down to the top of his own thigh and between his legs where I could feel something very stiff encased in his jeans.

I felt him hold his breath slightly while I gently dragged my fingers along the length of his penis, then it was my turn to gasp because his fingers had found their way to the front of my underwear. He pressed lightly against the thin, silky material, only this small barrier stood between my brother’s fingertips and my most intimate area. My breathing became shallower and my legs began to part, allowing him better access, but then his hand was gone and our lips were parted.

“The bus is here,” he said while rising from the bench. I stood up quickly and composed myself as best I could in the few seconds before the bus stopped. Would it have killed the guy to be a few minutes late?! We were both breathless and I felt pretty embarrassed, although I was certain no one had seen our sordid display. The bus stopped by the shelter and Jake led the way through the opening doors.

My brother paid the fare for us both and we walked down the aisle of the bus. There was an old couple sitting at the back but apart from them the bus was empty, this is only the second stop on the bus route so it was unsurprising to see the lack of people. We sat on the 3 rd row of the bus with Jake against the window and me on the aisle side of our seat.

Taking advantage of the lack of people around us my brother’s hand, once again, was in between my legs cupping the inside of my left thigh with his right hand. He turned to me and a mischievous grin appeared on his lips. Touching and kissing outside when nobody was about was one thing, but doing it on a public bus where anyone might see us was quite different. I put my hand on his and gently eased it away from my silky underwear.

“We can’t,” I said, quickly turning my head to make sure the old couple hadn’t realized my brother’s hand was under my dress, if they had seen anything they weren’t showing it.

“It’s ok,” he said, still with a lustful look in his eyes, “no one can see.”

“But if someone gets on…”

“Ok, let’s change places, that way no one will be able to see you because I’ll be in the way.” I thought for a moment, I was turned on, very turned on, and I wanted to feel his hands on me again but I was also terrified of being caught which, if I’m honest, turned me on even more.

“Ok,” I heard myself say.

With that decided he stood up and I slid in behind him, next to the window, and he sat where I had been. My heart was racing; it was exciting enough just having my brother touch me, but having it done on a public bus was on another level entirely. Just as we settled into our new positions, with Jake’s left hand now resting on my right leg, the doors closed and the bus pulled away.

I settled back into the seat and tried to relax, my legs were slightly apart, normally they’d be crossed but I didn’t want to hinder my brother’s exploration. I stared towards the front of the bus in almost a dream-like state, concentrating on the feeling of the invading hand sliding under my little silver dress. Jake shifted his position so his left arm ran along the back of the seat, behind my head, and he turned slightly towards me. Now, with his right hand, he continued to touch up his older sister.

Now he was more comfortable he could easily access my whole body and I was at his mercy. He started back down at my knee and slid his hand right up my leg; the tension was building inside me, my heart still pounding. The bus, the driver, the old couple, everything just melted away and all that existed was the feeling. His hand was under my dress again and this time he wasn’t stopping, his fingertips reached my sexy underwear and then, with a gentleness that almost made me cry out, he moved the silky barrier to one side and touched the moist skin beneath.

I was getting close to a massive orgasm already and the pressure was building steadily. His fingers delicately slid over the lips of my pussy, rubbing a finger up and down the length of my slit, at one point he grazed my clitoris which sent a shiver through my entire body. He wasn’t going to slow down now; he must have known that he had me totally under his spell with my body reacting to his every touch. His fingers were slick with my wetness now, his hand gliding over me and moving closer to my sweet opening. Sensing his intent, I raised my left leg slightly to open myself up, ready to accept him into my body.

Even though I was expecting it, it still made me gasp when his index finger entered me, the wetness around his hand made it easy to slide in and out of me, so easy in fact that I soon felt a second finger inside me. The feeling of my brother slowly fucking me with his fingers, coupled with the location of our encounter, sent me to the very brink of my orgasm. My body was tense and it felt like my pussy was leaking all around my brother’s hand. I was so close, so very close.

That’s when the bus stopped, when it did we lurched forward which drove his two fingers right up inside me, much further than before. The feeling was exquisite and all I needed was a final thrust, one last touch, but it wasn’t to be, my brother’s hand had left my body because the doors to the bus had opened. I sat back again, still on the very brink of a massive orgasm, and tried to look composed as a torrent of people began pouring onto the bus.

The bus was almost full now and there were people sat all around us now and I was still excruciatingly close to climaxing. I tried to calm myself down by taking a few deep breaths as the doors closed and the bus began moving.

I’d just about regained control when Jake softly touched me on my thigh again. I realized that, despite my best efforts, my body was still incredibly sensitive, so much so that his touch made me gasp in surprise, even more so when I felt his hand slip beneath my dress again!

“Now, where were we?” He asked with a wicked smile returning to his lips. Oh god he wanted to finish me off, right here in the middle of this packed bus!

“Jake, we can’t,” I gasped. I needed to orgasm, my body ached for it! As much as I knew that what was happening was wrong on SO many levels, I couldn’t help being thrilled by it all.

“I know we can’t,” he said. “But we will.” With that he planted a kiss on my lips and his hand returned to my aching pussy. I was wet again and he slid two fingers deep inside me.

“Ohhh…god…” I whimpered.

Then it happened. On the crowded bus with, my brother’s fingers inside me, my orgasm ripped through my body, my soaked pussy became the epicentre of what felt like an explosion. Waves of pure pleasure tore through my body and my pussy tightened around its invaders as my body tensed up. I didn’t care where I was for the moment and I felt like every pair of eyes was on me, that everybody was disgusted at our performance here, on a public bus of all places! Even though I’m sure that, once again, I should be ashamed, the wrongness of it all only served to thrill and excite me all the more.

My backside rose up from the seat slightly and my hips began rocking against his fingers. I wanted to scream, oh god I wanted to cry out at the top of my voice but I knew I had to stay quiet.

Then it was over. The waves of pleasure eventually subsided and all the tension left my body and I felt like I was glowing, I let loose a sigh of contentment and my head lolled against my brother’s shoulder. His left arm was around my shoulders and for the rest of the journey he held me close. As time went on I began to recover my strength, and the realization of what we had just done began to sink in. I was sure that at least some of the people around us had seen what we’d done but, honestly, I didn’t care and as we sat in silence a warm smile spread across my lips.

I eventually sat up straight under my own power and smoothed my dress out as much as I could, frequently with both of us breaking into fits of giggles. A few moments later we had arrived at our stop and we stood up and waited in the aisle for the bus to come to a halt, I was behind my brother holding on to the back of a chair for support.

Hand in hand we walked towards Rapture, the new club my brother was taking me to, and I noticed how dark it was, it was only around 8.30 but the darkness made it feel like it was much later. When we arrived I was relieved to see that there wasn’t a queue outside like I had seen outside some of the other clubs, I guessed it was because it wasn’t as well known yet. The numbness from my climax had only just started to give way and I noticed a chill in the air, another reason to be glad of the quick entry into the club.

The first thing I noticed as we entered the club was the heat, it washed over my body and made me feel slightly faint, but I soon got used to it. We walked in to a huge open area; there was a large wooden dance floor that took up about 70% of the floor space on which there must have been more than 150 people dancing to the loud music. They were playing something with a heavy beat which vibrated through the floor and up my body. The remaining space was taken up with a large carpeted area that was like a long strip along the side of the dancing area, on this strip was the bar which ran almost the length of the room and a large amount of tables and chairs and, up against the remaining wall space there was a long bench with padded seats and a cushiony back rest. Right at the back of the room there was a corridor on which there were signs indicating that the restrooms were at the end of the passageway.

We made our way towards the bar and Jake ordered each of us a bottle of some foreign lager type drink. We took our drinks and went to sit down on the padded bench next to each other, there was a small table there, which we set our drinks on and swung our legs under. For a while we sat there watching the people dance and I sipped at the drink which had a ridiculously long name, it tasted nice enough, although I doubt people buy the drink for the taste as much as the alcohol content.

“What do you think?” Jake shouted to me, his voice barely audible over the noise of the music and the other noise of people laughing, shouting and dancing.

“It’s ok,” I shouted back. “It’s really hard to hear you though!” Jake smiled and for a while we made small talk and finished our drinks.

“Shall we have a go at dancing?” Jake asked.

“I don’t know,” I responded. “I don’t know how! I’ve never danced in a place like this; shall we have another drink first?” I was trying to do two things, firstly I wanted to stall the embarrassment of trying to dance and, secondly, I felt that if I *was* going to be on the dance floor then I needed some more courage, in liquid form. With a smile Jake agreed and quickly we were both working on our second bottle.

Ashamedly, by the time I’d finished my second bottle, I was feeling rather tipsy. I had barely eaten all day and the alcohol had obviously found its way to my head. Feeling slightly intoxicated my inhibitions subsided and I at last agreed to accompany my brother to the dance floor. I took comfort in the fact that as there were so many people around us it was less likely anyone would take any notice of us. We draped our coats over our table and we walked towards the wooden section of the floor.

We walked onto the dancing area and quickly we were swallowed up by the crowd. I mimicked the actions of the other girls around me with my arms in the air and trying desperately to move my feet in a way that might be considered rhythmic. I felt incredibly foolish but I was happy to see that my brother was also struggling with the dance moves. We ended up in fits of laughter and all we managed was a ‘bopping’ action which, although helped us blend in, was nonetheless ridiculous looking, and the realization of that sent us into even more laughter.

Then the music changed and the lighting became low, the club was shrouded in soft, dark colours. Reds, blues, greens and purples fell over the dancers and a slow song began playing. The mood of the place changed entirely and those around us stopped their manic dancing and instead used soft and slow movements. My brother and I stopped laughing and moved in to each other’s arms. My head rested on his shoulder and his hands ran over my bare back. For what felt like a long time we slowly moved with the music, it was a beautiful, perfect moment.

I raised my head off his shoulder and looked deep into my sibling’s eyes. I could see his passion, his love for me in those dark eyes, I moved in closer to him and that safeness, the kind I had felt one night ago when he had sat on my bed with his arms around me, came flooding back. Our lips were mere centimetres apart from each other and, when I could wait no more, I leant in and we shared the most passionate, beautiful kiss I’ve ever known. As they had earlier tonight, our tongues met, but this time it was much slower, earlier it had been about lust, this time it was pure love. Nothing in the world mattered more than our dance, our purest expression yet of our love, of what we were and what we always intended to be, as if the kiss was our solemn promise to be with each other, like this, forever, and with that affirmation we danced on.

After a few more minutes the lights lifted and the crowd burst into applause, we joined in the clapping too and then made our way back to our table with a quick stop at the bar.

“That was great,” I said to him. The word ‘great’ was an understatement but it was the best I could come up with on the spot.

“Yeah it was,” he agreed. For the next half hour we indulged in more small talk, and drinking, until I began to feel the need to go to the bathroom.

“I’m going to the toilet,” I said standing up.

“Yeah me too,” Jake responded. We walked together down the long corridor and went into our separate restrooms.

I glanced at a clock on the wall and realized we had been in the club longer that I thought; it was now almost 9.45. Along one wall of the bathroom was on long mirror with five separate sinks set into the large marble table below it. On the other wall were seven cubicles, I went to the first cubicle and locked the door behind me. While I was in there I heard the door open and close a couple of times and I heard voices of girls, some of which had slurred speech indicating they had drunk a little too much. I was feeling tipsier now after my third drink of the evening, not roaring drunk by any means, but I felt warm and my senses were pleasantly numbed.

As I sat in the cubicle my thoughts returned to earlier that night on the bus. I smiled dreamily as I remembered the feelings that had surged through me, how my orgasm had torn through my slender body in full view of a bus full of strangers. I wondered if anyone had seen us and, predictably, that thought turned me on. I had never thought of myself as any kind of exhibitionist, indeed, before tonight’s adventure I had been a total introvert. All of this was totally out of character for me, but here on this night, with my brother, my *lover*, I was a different person; bold, daring, sexy and, of course, totally in love.

I cleaned myself up and flushed the toilet but instead of leaving the cubicle I lowered the lid of the toilet and sat back down, I wanted to stay for a moment longer and continue my train of thought. I could feel myself getting turned on again just thinking about the nights events. I realized that my hand had found its way to my right breast and was gently stroking the thin, silvery material that covered it.

I wanted to unhook the lace that ran around my back so I could slip my hand under my dress to fondle the flesh of my breast but instead I stood up. I couldn’t do this here and now and besides that, Jake might be waiting for me outside. I heard someone walked past my cubicle and out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in here.

I opened my door and stepped out into the now deserted bathroom and walked across to the row of sinks and checked my reflection in the long wall mirror while I washed my hands. I combed my wet hands through my hair to lay it down flat as the heat in the club had caused it to fray slightly and stand out a bit.

I stepped back and checked out my appearance in the large mirror, my dress still looked ok but the pressure on my breasts had begun to make them ache slightly. As I was alone here I quickly unhooked the lace at the back of my dress. The amount of relief I felt was surprising, until mow I hadn’t realized how restrictive the dress had been over my chest. With my hands still damp I slipped them, one on each side, into the gap between my skin and the dress which had opened up as a result of undoing the lace. I lightly caressed my breasts to try to relieve the ache further, as I did I noticed that my nipples were now erect, no doubt from my thoughts earlier as well as the soft touch from my moist hands. While I gently rubbed them I also noticed that my pussy was becoming wet again. I was turning myself on right here in the public bathroom. Anyone could have walked in and caught me fondling my breasts and yet I didn’t stop.

Maybe the drink was having more effect on me than I thought but it felt so good that I didn’t want to stop. My breath came in a series of shallow gasps through my slightly parted lips. Every touch on my sensitive breasts and nipples sent shivers of pleasure through me and I fell into a dreamlike state. I wanted to take this further but, unfortunately, I also knew that I needed to stop so, reluctantly; I pulled myself out of the trance.

I looked at myself in the mirror again and checked myself out, I still couldn’t believe all this was happening, I also couldn’t believe all this was happening while I was wearing this dress! Every time I saw it in a mirror or just glanced down it made my heart skip a beat with just how much leg I was showing off. Shaking my head and laughing to myself I reached around my back to get hold of the little strap to fasten the dress back up, I shivered slightly as the material came into close contact with my breasts again when I’d hooked it on.

When I came back into the main room I saw that Jake had gotten us both another drink and was waiting for me at the same table we had been sitting at before. He looked up at me and smiled as I walked over to him.

“You look so gorgeous,” He said as I sat down again.

“Thanks,” I said. “So do you.” I’d felt a surge of confidence when he said that to me and it made me love him all the more for giving me this newfound boldness. We both had another drink and as we talked I felt him running his hand up and down my leg again, sending a rush of excitement through me. I’d already had an earth shattering orgasm on a bus but surely he wasn’t going to do anything in here with these people around.

He must have had the same thought because he didn’t venture beneath my dress again while we were talking but, to be honest, he didn’t need to. After today’s adventures and the amount of alcohol running through my bloodstream, and touch from him would turn me on more and more. He wasn’t the only one keeping his hands busy though and I felt a shiver run through his body when I lightly touched his crotch. Our hands were under the table so no one could see our little game, I felt him grow beneath his clothes while I teasingly stroked him.

“What am I going to do with you?” He asked as we smiled at each other.

“Whatever you want,” I replied in as sexy a voice as I could manage. “Whatever it is, do it quickly because I really need it.” His smile widened and he winked at me. Then he stood over me and took my hand to help me to my feet and, as he led me to the dance floor again, I got the feeling that this dance was going to be very different from the one we had shared earlier that evening. As my brother led me into the crowd of dancers, I felt like a new woman, a long way away from that girl I’d been just a short time ago.

Once again we were swallowed up by the sea of dancers as soon as we walked onto the wooden dance floor. The music had gone back to the loud volume and thudding beat that was so typical of modern club songs. Rather than jump about like we had done before we stepped into each other’s arms and danced close together. There were people all around us and I constantly felt people moving past me, I didn’t care about it though, all I cared about was the feeling of my brothers body against mine. In full view of anyone who might’ve cared to watch, he let his hands fall down to my rear and took hold of my pert buttocks. I began to feel my dress sliding up over my thighs as we moved and rubbed against each other. It would slide right up just about showing the curves of my behind and then drop back, as we moved I became aware of the pressure against my lower stomach, a hardness which was coming from my brother’s jeans! Of course I knew what the stiffness was and to confirm it I dropped a hand down and felt his rock hard penis through his jeans. Even with a small touch of his manhood I felt him let loose a groan. He had done so much for me tonight and now it was his turn, still surrounded by dancers I unzipped his jeans and slipped my hand inside.

As we moved together I gently rubbed my brother’s erection through his boxer shorts. His head drooped down and rested on my shoulder for a moment, and then I felt his lips on my neck. He began to slowly and softly plant kisses on the warm flesh of my neck; his hands were now on my bare back, gliding up to my collar and back down to the small of my back again. I slipped my hand inside his shorts and touched the bare skin of his penis. I trailed my fingers along his full length to the swollen circumcised head; I could feel the moistness there, his pre cum was steadily running from the small eye on top of the head.

Using the slippery moisture he’d produced I was easily able to glide my hand up and down his shaft, while I was doing this for him I became aware of my moisture around the lips of my own sex. I still needed to get off, to climax again. I was wondering how I could proceed when the lights suddenly lowered again as they had done earlier that night. All around us were dark shapes slowly moving together, I couldn’t make out the features of anyone’s face and I quickly realized that this was an opportunity, an opportunity that I wasn’t going pass up. I slowly eased my brother’s penis out of his jeans through the zipper that I had earlier undone. He must have sensed my intention because as soon as I brought his manhood out into the open he pulled me in very close and guided his hands beneath my dress.

I felt him quickly tug at my little thong underneath my dress, he pulled them down to my thighs and let them go, and they fell past my knees and onto the floor, leaving my damp pussy naked. He gathered up the silky underwear and slipped them into his pocket, and when he stood back up I could see a rather large smile on his face! When he pulled me against his body again I felt him guiding is penis beneath my dress! To be honest I had planned on giving him this hand job while he fingered me again but, evidently, he had other ideas!

I could feel him at my entrance and realized I needed to open myself up for him. So I brought my long, silky leg up to his waist and hooked it around his rear. Now that I was ready for him he gently eased himself past my moist lips and into his sister’s body. He filled my wet pussy with his stiff penis then withdrew almost his entire length from it before once again pushing forward, he worked his way in and out of me and, for the second time that evening, I was totally at his mercy in a place full of strangers.

My breathing became shallower with every thrust; I was getting close to climaxing again, very close. The soft music played on as loud as before but the lyrics of the song seemed to get further away, I felt like I was floating above my body looking down on myself, my leg was still wrapped around my brother’s waist causing me to hold on to him tightly to stop myself falling back. He was thrusting into me harder and faster now, harder…harder.

Now when he was entering my body he was actually causing me to stand on the tip toes of my foot on the floor, it felt like I was being impaled again and again, I felt no pain, probably because of the numbness brought on by the drinks and the flooding of the erotic impulses shooting through my body. The club and everyone in it melted away and all that existed now was the sweet feeling being given to me from my own sibling, my own flesh and blood. I was having sex with my brother in the middle of a club on a dance floor populated by more than a hundred people! It was that realization of what we were doing that sent me over the edge.

“Ohhh god, Jake…yes Jake, god I love you Jake!” I had said it louder than I intended but thankfully the music was a particularly high volume.

“Ohhh….” The orgasm slammed through my body and Jake had to hold me upright for a moment, my legs had gone weak and if it hadn’t been for his arm around me I surely would’ve slumped to the floor, he had to stop penetrating me so he could hold me. I was shaking and shivering, still in the grip of a climax the like of which I had never had since, well, since earlier that night on the bus! This was much more public though and, as a result, infinitely more exciting. I felt by pussy burn again and I had to cover up my mouth to stop myself screaming when the powerful waves struck me, pummelled me and finally broke me. I brought my leg down from around his waist to help support myself and stand up under my own power.

Through the darkness I looked into my brother’s eyes. The love, lust and passion was evident in his eyes but there was also frustration, he needed to cum and clearly the sight of his sister having an enormous climax had taken him very close to the edge. I wanted to guide him back into me but there was a problem. If he’d ejaculated inside me his cum would be running down the inside of my legs and all over my pussy, we still had to get home and I didn’t want to have my brother’s milky cum dribbling out of me for the rest of the night and the taxi ride home.

I couldn’t just leave him this way though, it wasn’t fair. But then I’d had an idea. I did something that, even in my most erotic fantasies, I would never have even thought about doing with anyone. But this wasn’t just anyone, it was my brother, and right now he needed this. With the lights still low and with the dark shapes still all around us I knelt on the floor and guided his penis into my mouth tasting my own nectar mixed with my brother’s pre cum.

I felt him jump when I closed my lips around him, I don’t think he would have thought it possible but right now, in this most public of places; I was actually down on my knees in front of him, with my dress still bunched around my waist, with his whole erection in my mouth.

I was confident of my ability to do this after the many nights I had spent watching pornography on my computer. I formed a tight seal around his shaft with my lips and gently moved my head forwards and backwards again and again, now it was his turn to be at my mercy! As I slid my lips up and down his shaft I began to feel him gently pushing into my mouth. I knew he must be getting close so I increased my speed. Soon though I didn’t need to move as quick because he was doing the movements himself, he thrust himself in and out of my mouth and I maintained the tight seal around his member. I was surprised that it didn’t make me want to choke, even when the head of his cock pushed against the entrance of my throat, in a perverse way I was quite proud of myself.

Suddenly he began to push against my forehead, he was pushing me away! At first I didn’t understand but then I realized he must be about to ejaculate and he didn’t want to cum in my mouth, probably in case it made me choke, but I wanted to keep going and experience the next step, besides he couldn’t just cum on the middle of the dance floor because it might give us away when the lights came up. So instead of pulling back I brushed his hand away from my head and forced myself onto his penis, the head of it was right in my throat just as he started to cum. I felt his entire body tense up as his milky fluid powered inside me the feeling of his hot cum spurting into my mouth and down my throat was just amazing.

Eventually the torrent subsided and he withdrew himself from my mouth. While I was doing that my brother had returned his penis to the privacy of his jeans and had zipped them up again. He had a huge smile on his face, and so did I. Just as I stood up again the lights came back up, I stepped into my brother’s arms and we hugged for what seemed like a long time although in reality it was only a couple of minutes.

“That was…amazing,” he whispered in my ear.

“Well, I figured you might need a release,” I whispered back.

As we made our way back to our table I glanced over my shoulder and noticed a few men and women were watching us, most were smiling. I was so contented and happy at the moment that I just smiled back at them and carried on walking. I wondered if they would smile so much if they knew we were related!

We retrieved our coats from our table and walked towards the doors, there was a payphone just behind them which Jake used to call a taxi. I was incredibly tired all of a sudden and a brief glance at my brother told me that he was also feeling the effects of our crazy night out. We waited outside the club for our taxi; Jake was holding me in an attempt to keep the cold away, an unfortunate side effect of wearing such a short dress, especially with my underwear being in my brother’s pocket. It was only a few minutes until the car arrived and we both climbed into the back seat, Jake told the driver our address and settled back with his arm around my shoulders, gently stroking my hair, we sat in silence all the way home, not because we were annoyed or upset, I think it was just contentment, all I needed now was to be close to him.

We arrived home and Jake quickly paid the driver, then arm in arm we walked to the door. I was just about to unlock it when Jake stopped me.

“I guess we should switch back into ‘brother and sister’ mode huh?” He said with a look of regret was on his face.

“Yeah I guess so…I love you Jake and one day, if you want to, we should move into a place of our own, nobody would have to know.” Jake was smiling now.

“Do you really mean that?” He asked, looking into my eyes again.

“Yes, I do,” I assured him. Then we hugged each other and shared a final kiss before opening the door.

All the lights were off and the house was quiet. Obviously our parents had gone up to bed so we quietly made our way upstairs. Outside Jake’s bedroom door we stopped and looked into each other’s eyes again.

“I want to be with you forever,” I said to him. My emotions were pouring out of me now.

“I want that too,” he said. “And we will, I love you more than I have ever loved anyone.”

We embraced each other a final time then parted. Obviously we couldn’t risk sleeping in the same bed with our parents around.

Then, alone in my room I slid my dress off, leaving me standing naked. I wished I could climb into bed with him, I felt very alone for a few moments, but then I told myself to stop being silly, after all he was only a few feet away, I opened my wardrobe and picked out some shorts and a small vest to wear in bed. I quickly went into the bathroom and cleaned myself up.

Feeling much fresher now I returned to my bedroom and collapsed onto my bed. The memories came thick and fast as I recounted the amazing events of the last two nights.

It had started with simply needing comfort after feeling so alone. I recalled crouching outside my brother’s room that night and how I had timed my orgasm to coincide with his. Later that night I had given my heart, body, soul and virginity to him. And today, from the time spent in the shower fantasizing about what might happen tonight and then, of course, the night itself, our bus ride and our unbelievable night at the club, and finally, our love making on the dance floor.

The last thing I thought of before I gave in to my fatigue was that now, at last, I was in love with someone who was also in love with me; I guess it was pretty fucked up but it was a night I would remember forever.

[Epilogue: In the days and weeks that followed, Jake and I grew closer. We thought it best to keep the secret to ourselves for obvious reasons. With my new courage and lease on life I was finally able to move out of my parents’ house and found a nice two bedroomed flat close to the town centre where I got a job. The flat was expensive though and the rent was pretty harsh so, in a moment of ‘genius’ I suggested that my little brother should move in with me, just for a little while of course.

Obviously we had planned the whole thing; it was the simplest way for us to be together without it looking suspicious. I think our mother had figured it out though, especially when she came for a visit and noticed that one of the bedrooms was being used for storage and, crucially, didn’t have a bed in it, but the other bedroom had a lovely double bed…

She never mentioned it to us though; she could see that we were happy. And, to this day, we still are. Thank you for reading, my name is Stacy and that was my story.] [Thank you for reading and for your continued support. I hope you enjoyed the story, if you did please leave a kind rating. Thanks again!]