Zealous Last Step

Masturbating in front of each other was, I had thought, the culmination of our sexual experimentation phase. My brother and I had been working ourselves up to this point for over a year. We’d both spied on each other, and each pretended we didn’t know the other had watched us get ourselves off. 

But he was going away to college next month, and I think it was just too much for us in the end. With our parents out for the night, I knew he was watching through my cracked door when I spread myself on my bed and went to work on my pussy with my fingers. I should have been shocked, pretended to be surprised at least, when he walked into my room, hand jerking his hard cock. I should have been embarrassed, mortified even. I should have yelled at him to leave. I didn’t.

Instead I smiled, arched my back, and bucked my hips into my fingers, willing my orgasm to come. And it did. Through half-lidded eyes, I watched my brother, standing at the foot of my bed, staring at me, open mouthed, wanking his cock furiously as I came. I shouldn’t have been surprised when he erupted, shooting thick ropes of warm cum onto my thighs and tummy, fingers and pussy lips. It felt incredibly sexy, to know I’d done that to him. To show him openly what he’d done to me, all this time.

I sighed and lay back closing my eyes in pleasure and satisfaction. I’d have to clean up carefully because I didn’t want-

I felt something warm and hard nuzzle between my vulva. My eyes sprang open to see my brother guiding his still-hard cock to my entrance. He was too big, or I was too small, for him to get in easily, so he pushed with increasing force. My “NO!” turned into a shriek as his cockhead forced its way into me, and then he was almost falling forward. My screaming and jerking couldn’t stop him as his stiff shaft sank all the way into me, stabbing through my hymen as if it wasn’t even there.

I reached up to push him away, but he grabbed my wrists and pinned them to the bed, the look in his eyes like nothing I’d ever seen. He looked like lust, like sex, like possession. Like he couldn’t hear me scream. Like nothing could stop him from fucking me hard and fast.

couldn’t stop him. And I couldn’t stop the initial pain of penetration turning into a pleasure I’d never known before. My mind was afire with dire warnings and fear, but my body was discovering what it was for, and I couldn’t fight it. I didn’t even want to fight it, I realized. Staring up into his manic, driven eyes, my body shaking out of control, I came again, my hips instinctively raising to meet his driving thrusts and urge him deeper. The part of me that knew what this was doing, what I was inviting, recoiled in shame and fear of consequence, but my body, my crashing pleasure completely overrode that – used it even, to extract more pleasure from the forbidden, dangerous act.

And then he came, too, slamming forward, burying his cock as far into me as it could go, howling wordlessly as jet after jet of cum surged inside me. I thought I was cumming before, but feeling the pulse of his shaft, knowing what he was pumping into me, turned my climax into a delirium of pleasure and terror that I both desperately wanted to escape, and at the same time never wanted to end.

It was many minutes later, after our ragged breaths had finally slowed, and the shock had begun to wear off, that he pulled out. That’s when he noticed the blood of my torn virginity.

“Oh my God, Mo! Did I hurt you, I’m so sorry!”

“Yes,” I said, “It hurt, at first, but then…”

“Oh, fuck. I’m so-”

“Don’t. It’s… It’s done. It’s ok. It was- it was incredible.”

“But you haven’t- you’re not on anyth- I could have…”

I shuddered.

“Yes. That’s why I tried to stop you.”

“Oh, god.”

“I could be pregnant right now.” I wasn’t saying it to be mean. It was with a sense of terrible wonder.


“No. No. I’ll get the day-after pill tomorrow. You’ll help me, right?”

“R-right. Yes! Of course. Moira, I didn’t mean to. You were just so hot. So sexy. So fuckable. I couldn’t control myself.”



He looked down at his feet for a long moment.

“Didn’t want to.” The confession, raw and honest, sent tingles through me.

I slid my hand down my stomach to my pussy lips, feeling the texture of his semen slowly dripping from between them. I ached a little inside, but it was a good ache, and I knew how to make it go away. 

I circled my cum-slick finger around my clit, bucking up slowly. His half-soft cock stiffened again. I watched his eyes follow my motions for some time before finally rising to meet mine. 

“Then don’t.”

He reached for me again.

Categories: Cassie Andra, Erotic Fiction, The Wrong AlphabetTags: , , ,

Cassie Andra

Old enough to know better and not care. Vanilla on the outside. Vanilla through and through, except for the mind. You don't want to go there, but I'll give you peeks. Be warned: erotica themes include standard fun, but also the taboo-est of the taboo. Coming of age, infidelity, family relations, dubious and non-consent. Every throbbing inch of it is, however, fantasy, and should be treated as such.

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