I found it, going through his stuff, and stupidly took it out to ask him “What’s this?”
Trigger Warning #Analytical.
Of course, he was upset, and ashamed of it. He took it, and hid it under his shirt to smuggle it back in the house. Then, he yelled at me for getting into his stuff, until dad came, and yelled at him, for yelling at me.
“Sorry,” he couldn’t exactly tell him why we were fighting, without me saying I found his buttplug.
So finally we sat down for a talk. “It’s a buttplug,” I had a lot of questions, but “I’m not gay, but…” Wasn’t one of them.
“Oh,” I nodded. I’d heard of cock sucking buttfucking fags from my uncle. My dad’s brother, but daddy watched his language around us kids, until we’re old enough to at least hear the F-word.
Then, I heard him sigh, and saw him blush. Which is 2 things I’d never seen him do, before. Not the sort of thing a boy does in front of anyone, like talk about their feelings.
“Okay,” I hugged him, and left because he was obviously getting uncomfortable. However, I’d seen that he also had books under his bed. In the same box as his sex toy, rubbers, and lube. He’d turned 18, and started shopping at the adult bookstore, but of course they sold more than just books.
Turns out his taste in porn were mostly stories, with a few pictures usually at the beginning, and end. Like Reader’s Digest, to fill in the gaps when the story didn’t go all the way to the end of the page. Some hand drawn in colored pencil, others black and white photographs, because they’re the cheap newsprint pulp paperback porn you could get off the revolving rack in the corner.
Mostly femdom/cuckhold forced feminization, and bisexuality. He’s not bisexual, you’d have to make him do it, but if you make him do it, then it’s a hot story. For me as well as him, because I stopped watching dad’s mainstream movies when I had the chance, and started reading my brother’s on his bed.
A lot of anal, both ways. He’s really anal, but it wasn’t always the other man screwing the husband while his wife slaps his ass to egg them on. I remember one was the husband getting into the pantry, for a Midnight Snack (I think it was called “Midnight Snack,” or something like that) Then his wife spanking him like a bad little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Over his pants, then his underpants, then bare assed, and finally sodomizing him with stuff around the kitchen. The handles on the rolling pin made for a pretty good double headded dildo/buttplug, for instance. With a couple dips in the tub of Crisco to get it lubed up.
I also had a buttplug, with a bottle of lube, and rubbers right there. So I tucked it in to lay back, and masturbate reading. My fingers slippery from buttering up the smallish cone, (Smallest one they had at the sex shop) pushing it through to the neck, and reading about some guy getting pegged, or gangbanged by his wife, and her lovers. With it tucked up my butt, and practically blocking my virginity, so my fingers didn’t get any bad ideas, so I could just let them roam.
Find something that felt good, and keep doing that, so I got a rhythm, and keep reading. Picking up the pace, and trying to time it for the climax of one scene, or another. I was trying to figure out what I liked, but there was some variety to chose from, within the niche of Dommy Mommy/Subby Hubby stories.
For instance, I found one that had it all. A woman got talked into swinger parties by her husband, but he was still controlling, and possessive. From his PoV (Of course) it was part of the fetish. He hated to see her with other men, but it turned him on, so he started wife swapping. So he could sleep around, while she was in another room, with the other man.
He chose the men, though. Or, he passive aggressively gave his permission, but it kinda sorta seemed like that’s how their little club did things. The men swapped their wives, it was wife swapping, not like the parties where the women, or girls chose the men, or boys they’re attracted to. (They had those too, in other stories.)
That wasn’t the part I liked, but behind his back, she went a step further. She started cheating on him with a couple that was into rough sex. Bondage, Domination, and Sado-masochism. Also, bisexual, which helped. (Straight people can’t really have group sex. Not really.)
So, a long story short, all 3 of them gang-raped her husband, to teach him a lesson. I mean, he was written “Reluctant,” straight, and of course he really enjoyed it to turn into a big old sex slave bottom at the very end, but if you take all that away. It was a gangrape, not a gangbang. The other man topped him, of course, and then he was forced to watch the wives together until he got his boner back. (He lost it when he started getting Raped.)
So then, they swapped back, so the other couple could screw watching her give him a cruel hand-job, while fingerbanging him. He never found her G spot, but she was always so eager to please him, that she faked it, just to spare his feelings. That was the old her, but the new one took out years of low grade abuse out on him with CBT, edging, prostate milking, and forced/ruined orgasms.
Every time he lost his erection, they switched to something else, until he got it up again, and she could go back to torturing him. Because of that, it was really long, and I didn’t get a chance to finish it until mom brought him home from work. I lost count of how many orgasms I got, but it was that kind of story.
Mom had the car for shopping, and picking me up from school. So she had to go get him from work, and run errands. Which gave me a little while to get nasty, 2 or 3 evenings a week. I could hear them drive up, and put everything back before they got inside. I went to my room, and listened through the closet wall when he got out his stuff. After a long day of school, then work, he just had to let loose, usually.
Not today, I jumped scared when he knocked on my door, since I was straining to hear him in his room.
“What?” I grabbed some clothes, because I was naked, and still lubed. Front and back from the condom, and my fingers, but he jimmied the lock before I got more than my undies on. “Huh!” I started to cover up my chest, but then, I let my nipples peek, and rubbed them right in front of him. He grabbed my shirt off the bed, and threw it at me. “Come on,” he took me back to his room, in my teeshirt, and panties, but of course I’d stunk it up really good before they got home.
Mom was downstairs bashing the pots, and pans around, dad was still at work, so we could talk. Again, it had been a couple years since our first talk about sex. “Huh!” He sat down, and shook his head in his hands. Sighing, but he had this deep voice. So a manly sound, I always liked. “If you’re going to burn up my rubbers, and lube, can you at least pay me back?”
“Yeah, sorry.” I pulled out his chair, and leaned over the back. With my legs spread, because it wasn’t the sort of thing I’d normally do, at all. With my girl friends, boys, or my family, let alone talking about sex toys, and porn with my brother in a night shirt, and a pair of panties. He didn’t look up for a while, so I broke the silence next: “I’ve got a birthday coming up, so the birthday money is your’s.”
Birthday money is a tradition that goes way back, in our family. We got Christmas money too, but we didn’t get birthday presents. Mom usually took us out shopping after the party, and cake, if we had one. He was 20, so he wasn’t even getting birthday cards any more, but I was about to turn 13.
The smell wasn’t going away, with me in there, talking about the stories I liked. He talked about what he liked, most of it I guessed. The best clue was which pages were stuck together with cummy thumb prints, so you know what he was reading when he got off.
“Oh, so that’s why you don’t date.”
“No, because I’m a loser, and nobody wants to go out with a guy that still lives with his parents, and never went to college. A dead end job…”
“Oh, just like Francis.”
“Which one?”
“Oh,” Francis was one of the most popular names, because he could start out “Frank,” then get sissified back down to “Francis.” I had to get the magazine out, to show him the story I was talking about, because they all start to run together after you read enough of them.
“My wife is a bitch.” He sighed, and nodded. Blushing shamelessly with a big dirty grin. He even bit his lip. “Huh, it’s just impossible to find a woman like that, and I’m starting to wonder if they actually exist?”
“Oh, no. Not like the stories.” I fanned my hair with the butterflied paperback (Stapled together in the center.) To waft the pheromones out even more. “We’re more like that when we’re acting, like that. We’re not bitches 24/7.”
“Well, who’s your boyfriend?”
“Oh, no. I don’t have one. You think it’s hard to find a bossy bitch, try finding a bottom boy with the balls to admit it.”
“Haha, yeah.” He finally looked up, then back down, and his jaw dropped when his eyes locked onto my crotch. I used lube, and I was soaking through with more natural fluids. I got started hours ago, and while I’m not insatiable, that doesn’t mean I have to stop, when I have enough orgasms.
I got up, and he put his hands up. “Penny, what.” He shook his head, and backed up on the bed. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“I know.” I threw my shirt in his face. Back in his face, and grabbed his fingers. In between mine, we played mercy, but he almost always won. I was standing up, and I had the element of surprise, so before he could stop me, I bent his hands back, and pushed them up against the wall. “That’s what makes it so hot. Uhn!” I rubbed my panties, and bare breasts up against his shirt, and his pants. He didn’t even take off his work clothes, so he was greasy, and smelled like cheeseburgers. Pimple faced, and I had years of material saved up.
Things I never said to spare his feelings. Politely noticing his pizza face, so I had plenty of lines I practiced in the mirror, but this time, I just made him “Shut up, and suck my tits.” Grinding him off with my panties, until he couldn’t any more, and smacking him across the face, when he stopped.
“Uh!” He took a deep breath, eyes wide, and then he smiled, his eyes fluttered shut, and he looked so beautiful, for a moment. Then, he stopped blowing his wad in his pants, and kicked me out to change. Satisfied, I went and took a shower, to douche, and enema with the massage setting on the shower head, dry off and go to bed.
I used up all the hot water, intentionally, so he had to take a cold shower after me. Still greasy from working fast food. Yeah, he’s a loser, but he’s my brother. I love him, but I also know him better then anyone else. How to humiliate him so it was a turn-on, and not a turn-off, but I remember Esther. That was the wife that gang raped her husband in revenge for forcing her into the swinging lifestyle?
Yeah, well she didn’t learn it in 1 day. She wrote back again, and again (I hope she got her $100.00 for printing her submissions) so I got to read about her learning the ropes. So to speak, being topped, dominated by another woman, and then finally tag teaming her husband before the grand finale, but they told it out of order.
He told his part of the story first, which was the end. The gang bang that turned him into a boy toy. Then, she came back, and told how she learned to stand up to him. For herself, and eventually bully him into submission, so she was a bit of a role model for me. A dominatrix, but the most important thing is the victim gets exactly what he wants.
That way, he keeps coming back for me. For instance, dad came home, and we had dinner late, dressed for bed. I put on another night shirt, and pair of underwear that were clean. He was very uncomfortable, and couldn’t talk about it in front of mom, and dad. Too bad it was spaghetti, and meatballs instead of sausage, but I teased him as best I could. Finally, he got pissed off enough to throw down his fork, and storm off.
“What’s wrong with him?”
“Oh, he’s just lonely, and afraid he’s never going to get a girlfriend living at home.” I stopped busting my meatballs together, and set down my fork, but I was able to convince dad to help him move out of the house. So, I could go visit him, humiliate him, tie him up, and bust his balls for real.
Of course, I wanted a boy like him, since that was never going to work, long term. We’re brother and sister, so we can’t never get married, and have kids to try and hide the sex dungeon from, but that’s a whole nother story I liked almost as much.
That means he took his buttplug, rubbers, and lube with him, but by then I got plenty of ideas. What I could get out of the kitchen, then cover my smile, and giggle inside. Watching mom cook with something that I’d had up my butt.
He pretty much ran away, the next day so we didn’t have to talk about what I did to him. I didn’t rape him, but I definitely pushed the line between Reluctant, and Abuse. He loved it of course, and spent a couple months remembering me, the 1 time I got rough with him.
Then, I got my birthday money, and since it was the big 1 3, I got a lot of extra bonus. It was almost 300 dollars, but I told dad “I want to save it.” So, mom didn’t take me shopping, but I knew where he lived, so I just needed a ride.
Oh yeah, and I started high school, and that’s where I met Rob. Robert, sometimes it was “Bobby” in bed but I’m getting ahead of myself. He was quietly standing in the corner, between the lockers. (The lockers didn’t go all the way to the corners.) Watching students, and faculty go bye in the halls, and checking out this senior’s butt.
Football player, out of uniform, but still. If you hung out to watch football practice, you got to see them line up, bent over in their tights, and armor so they look like big plastic gorillas. Fighting over the ball, and piling up when it pops out. So yeah, I hung out after school to watch football practice. So did he, so after I saw him checking out an older guy’s butt, I looked for him, then went up 1 side of the bleachers so I could sneak back down, behind him.
I hugged him, with my bra off to press my 28bs against his back between our tops. Whispered ‘which one you like?”
The cheerleaders were practicing on the sideline, so he said “Vanessa?” She was, ironically the littlest one, so the top of the heap. You know those little yap dogs that bark louder, to make up for their size? Yeah, her.
“Huh, well which one would you rather have a threesome with, maybe Lee?” I turned around to sit next to him, and watch his eyes come back from the field. I didn’t know Lee’s first name, it just said Lee across the back instead of Smith, and the number 83.
“I,” he looked down when I ran my hand up his lap. Stuck my fingers between his pantlegs, and rubbed one up and down in his crotch. “Um.”
“So, you’re bisexual.” I hoped.
“Yeah, bicurious, I guess. You?”
“No straight, but if you think about it, the only chance I’ve got for hot threesomes is 2 bi guys.”
“You and your boyfriend?” I shrugged, and looked away.
“My ex, I guess. We used to live together, but then he had to move out, when things got uncomfortable for him.”
“He having trouble with his same sex attractions?”
“Yeah, you? You wouldn’t have any trouble butt-fucking, for instance.” I never even tried talking dirty to a boy I didn’t know before, but I’d been thinking about (And lightly stalking) him for a couple months. Ever since my brother left, so I had to look for another guy. It even felt like kinda cheating on him, but all the freshman boys I knew were like little yap dogs, barking louder to compensate for being so little.
“You want to get outta here?”
“Yeah,” he straightened up his pants, and untucked his shirt before he got up, but he had a car. I said I knew a place, trying to talk him into driving me over to my brother’s apartment, but we ended up buttfucking in the back seat. He didn’t have a rubber, and I wasn’t on birth control, but really.
I like buttfucking because it’s wrong, dirty, and I can also masturbate easily, while I’m getting fucked. I went slow, real slow, and pretended to need to “Loosen up,” when really I was controlling him. Testing how well he could control himself, but he had boobs to play with, so he was happy, and kept it up.
“Oh, huh! God, I had bigger dildos, but they’re nothing like the real thing.”
Every time he opened his mouth, I pulled his head down, to gag him with a nipple, but I’m definitely a Top. Domme, not really sadistic, but if you like pain, I can do that too. Humiliation is actually harder, because you have to know them better to say the right thing that turns them on, and avoid the wrong things that turn them off. Compared to that, a caning is pretty basic.
So, I kept my mouth shut, as best I could, and bit my lips. Kept his mouth full, and got up to sit on his face when it started drying up.
“Huh, fuck!” He finally stopped and pushed me off.
“What?” Looking around, I covered up, because I thought someone was coming to catch us in the act.
“It’s getting dark.” He pulled his underwear out, and started getting dressed. “I better take you home, Jesus.” He checked the clock on the dashboard, “We’ve been at it for hours.” Without a single orgasm between us.
“Yeah, but that’s good.” I felt his shoulder. “I’m glad I could finally find a boy that can last for hours, instead of blowing it, almost before he gets it in.”
“Did you get off?”
“No, you?” We finally got finished fixing our clothes, and he got out to move back to the driver seat, while I climbed over the seat back. “Honestly, that’s not the point.”
“Of sex?”
“Well,” I giggled, “Anal. For me, I can’t get off on that alone, so I can enjoy it without the distraction.”
“So, orgasms are a distraction for you?”
“They can be, sometimes I want a quickie, or that’s all we got time for, but when I get the chance. I like to appreciate every second of it, every inch of it. You’re what, about 6?” I lowballed, intentionally, but he shrugged, because he never measured. Another good test for boy toys is if they’re not self conscious enough to actually break out the mirror, but I’ll say above average, for a teenager.
Oh yeah, and my brother took me shopping, with my birthday money. Which is to say I told him what he wanted, and he went to the toy store without me. Since he was 20, and I was only 13. Now, I was 14, and dating a 16 year old, junior. Bicurious, and definitely interested in doing a threesome with me, and my “Ex.”
Meanwhile, unbeknownst to me, my brother had started buying fetish wear, and a little bondage gear. We waited on the steps for him to get home, but it was a Saturday Night, so he was out at the clubs. Trying to get a bisexual couple, or a man with a wife who knew he was bisexual. At least sexually adventurous enough to get into a 3some with him, but he didn’t have much luck.
Later, when we got a chance to catch up, he told me about his lucky night. A couple with a bi-curious husband dragged her off to gay bars to pick up men. She was a little too much of a bottom for him, but she watched him get topped by her husband. “I liked it, but I didn’t love it, and they stopped calling me after a while.”
That was it, but tonight my boyfriend guessed “He a stripper?” Because my brother had on a Naughty Cop outfit, with a cute little hat, and tight skort he got from Old Navy. Pretty much just short shorts, with a flap over the front like an apron, and a utility belt with cheetah print fuzzy cuffs on the left hip, to show that he’s a bondage bottom.
Just turned 21, and exploring his sexuality in the queer bars, but in a nutshell: He’s a bottom, straight, but not too narrow to get topped by a man. As long as there’s at least a hot chick in the room, and she’s turned on by it. Chastity, impotence, genital bondage, and CBT, but he mostly had to practice on himself. Very anal, of course.
“Ha, no.” He got his keys out (Also left pocket) and unlocked the door to let us in. “Just hitting the clubs.” It was barely even 11, so obviously, he struck out. “Who’s your friend?”
“Oh,” I hugged his waist, so he could put his arm around me, “This is Josh, Josh this is.”
Then, I looked up, and he was practically drooling. I thought he was pretty good looking when we’re kids, but my brother. I guess he let himself go between high school, and moving out, but then he got over his depression, and started working out, to be more attractive.
It sure worked, and that skimpy little button up blue color shirt didn’t leave much more to the imagination than the skort. It covered up his boner, but he had plenty of muscle to bulge out everywhere else.
“Huh!” He grabbed his collar, and turned around. Pulling out the mother of pearl snaps, one by one. So, my boyfriend, and me got on the couch, to watch the show. I brought my CD collection, so I popped the top of his boombox, and got out Bloodsport. Skipped ahead to track 8 (The title track,) and my brother started swaying his hips to the intro. Turning around to shake his tight muscular booty, and slip the short sleeved shirt over his back.
“Massive Attack?”
I shook my head, “Sneaker Pimps.”
A tight wife beater, but even the ribbing didn’t cover up his cut muscles, especially in his shoulders. Then, he crossed his arms, and took it off in 1 practiced move.
“Huh!” He turned around, but only after we got a good look at his broad back, and threw the shirt in my face. I picked it up, and sniffed it, looking over at my boyfriend, who was really drooling now. He nodded, and spread his legs next to me, so I stuffed the shirt in his face.
“Aphf!” he pushed me off, but finally looked at me. Down to my bra, but we’d been sexually active for several months. So, he’d seen them felt them, tried to fuck them (Still didn’t have enough to squeeze together, and wrap around a dick.)
I distracted him, then glanced over when I saw my brother drop the skort. So my boyfriend could look over at the 5 3/4″ pink steel of my brother’s full on erection. (Yeah, I know. That’s another thing I could make fun of.)
“Oh!” he got up, and left me on the couch, but he dropped his pants with a quickness. So, they could grab each other by the buts, and sword fight. Standing sideways, while I got my fingers dirty. Up to that point, it was the second hottest thing I’d ever seen. (After my brother’s face when he wet his pants, then I slapped him to ruin his orgasm. Humping him with my wet panties when I almost, but not quite raped him.)
I wound up fingering it out myself. As much as I wanted to femdom them, both of them tied up, the fuzzy cuffs stayed on the floor, still chained to his cop belt. They were having so much fun, and I got off watching, but they pretty much exchanged a blowjob for a buttfuck.
I found out something about my brother. “Uh, don’t swallow.” He patted my boyfriend’s head, and milked his shriveling chubby into his mouth. Then, he got on the coffee table with his legs up, and told him “Fuck me with my cum.” So, my boyfriend could open his mouth, stick out his tongue, and let it roll down to catch with his fingers. Wiping up my brother’s crack.
“UHN!” He wined, and made such girly noises getting fingered, but then my boyfriend pulled his fingers out. With a rubber already slicked on, and lubed while he was sucking my brother off, he got up, and slowly pressed the well fucked pucker in. We’re not talking about pink sock here, but he fucked him just that way I like it.
Slow, and deep, so he could feel every last inch, and enjoy every second of getting fucked. Not his first dick, but I didn’t know that. I imagined that he was still a virgin, except for his dirty little butt plug, but he didn’t have to hide it all in a boot box under his bed any more.
He got a hideabed, so we had to move the coffee table, and fold it out to sleep together. He had a closet, a walk in with hangers you could spread apart, to throw a belt over, and whip him through the open door. Not a lot of costumes like the Naughty Cop, but that was his favorite. He looked good in it, and it really brought out the blue in his eyes.
My boyfriend never figured out that we’re brother, and sister. We didn’t look much alike, even before he grew his hair out to spike it up with frosted tips. We kept going out, but after that, my plan worked perfectly. So, he could always call me at home, come over to pick me up, and the first time my brother booty called me, he’d bought me a present.
A strapon harness that fit a lot of our toys. He bought all the toys, at least until I turned 18, and they all had the same size base. So, they fit the same size ring in the strapon harness, he’s been looking at for years, and not having anyone to strap it on for him.
So, I started pegging him, with his own cum, which ment sucking him off, and eating his ass to get him buttered up. Honestly, I didn’t like it, because you can’t really feel anything except the triangle of leather rubbing my crotch, and maybe the hard base through it. I couldn’t get off on, it, but that wasn’t the point.
My brother knew how to satisfy me like nobody else, because he was my brother. We both helped shape each other’s kinks, and fetishes, but for a while there. I got to cheat on my boyfriends with my brother, which is incest, and I got to play the Man. So there’s some role reversal, pain, and dirty feelings because it’s the ass, considered “Gay,” and I could call him faggot.
Most of all, he never found another woman, that could give him what he wanted, the way I do. I ruined him for everyone else, so even when he’s getting fucked by another man, it’s my name he needs to be ball gagged, so he doesn’t scream it in the throes of passion. That, right there, is the best part.
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