Incest Seduction/Keep begging your brother

"Kimmy... Kim. This is..." Your big bro can barely put a sentence together, still processing what daddy did to you while he leans up against your crotch.

"Please. Just do me. I want it. I want your dee, Zee." It's hard to keep your voice down, but with your parents only a few feet away you do your best to keep it to a whisper, the sizzle from the stove your only saving grace. You keep writhing under your brother's grip, rubbing your wide open pussy against his unsubtle erection and working your bare feet up under his shirt, skirting across his lower back.

Zack pauses, staring down at your slender form in contemplation. "You really don't," he soon announces. Your eyes widen with incredulity.

"Yes. I do. More than I've ever wanted anything, I want it. So bad that it hurts, Zack."

With that comment, you dip your feet downward, slipping some of your toes inside the loose waistband of Zachery's sweats. Spreading your feet apart and running the fabric between your stubby digits, you swiftly push down on either side of his pants. His ass has to be showing after your sharp kick but you still only feel fabric against your aching cooch.

"Hey! Don't!" Your brother yelps. He lets go of one of your wrists and pulls away so that he can rescue his pants, though he keeps one of your wrists pinned in an effort to retain control over you. You try to push lower but he's already thrown his arm behind him and latched onto the waistband. In that moment you can feel a sort of "popping" sensation through the elastic between your toes. From there it's a vertical game of tug of war and your brother has the high ground. This all happens within a few seconds, but mom is just as quick to intervene.

"Zack! Kimmy!"

The second after you hear mom's voice everything changes. Your brother slams forward, the minimal distance closing between you. He also forces a guttural moan to explode its way out of you.

"YUUGHHaaa-"

Your brother's hand slaps you in the face, covering your mouth and cutting off your scream. Your legs are suddenly straight as a board, pointing out behind your brother with toes curled downward.

"What's going on?" starts mom, walking around the counter. "Why aren't you doing as I asked?"

"I didn't mean... she..." Zack stammers, redfaced. "She was... fighting me."

"Really, Zack? She's a 13 year old girl."

"14," you think to yourself, needing to correct her.

"She can't be putting up much of a fight. Now, get your hands back onto those teenie tiny tits of hers and get to work or they'll be tiny forever."

Mom goes so far as to pry Zack's hand off of your mouth and guide him to your chest again. You haven't even gotten over the shock of being violently penetrated by your brother's girthy college cock and now he's already back to kneading your mosquito bites. This is the second time this morning you've been impaled by a family member's cock without even seeing the member before it entered you. In fact, you never seen a penis in real life despite taking two in your pussy.

It's strange that the first emotion that comes to you is shame. You literally begged your sibling to fuck you right up until he slammed inside you. But now that your recently deflowered entrance has been fully and truly stuffed for the second time today the gravity of it all comes crashing down. Why are you like this? Are you really just a slut? Is that why you try so hard to improve and show off your body? Did you actually want your brother to fuck you in front of your parents, or was that just hormones and desperation talking?

One thing is for certain; it feels heavenly to be filled again.

You had no idea what to expect from your first dick. You've heard stories from a few girls in your class about losing their virginity. Some said it was painful. Others downplayed it, or said it didn't hurt at all. But your brother's cock hurts so good. He feels downright gargantuan jammed inside your tight little pussy, his rod throbbing speedily against your clenched inner walls. He feels a lot like daddy actually, but even bigger, wider. Zack has stretched you out as far as you can possibly go and he only barely managed to fit all of himself inside you. Even if it was unintentional, there's an intoxicating mix of bliss and fear coursing through you now that your brother has buried his formidable erection in your most sacred of places.

"I don't need to do that."

"Of course you do! Get your whole body into it!"

You open your eyes and look down, drifting back to reality when you remember the rest of the situation going on here. Mom is standing behind Zack now, her hands on his waist. You survey your crotch for the lamp post-sized cock that must be sticking out of it, but thankfully there is nothing visible. Between your splayed out legs is only Zack's shirt, the edge draped over your pelvis thanks to how far he's leaned into you, preventing anyone from making out the thunderous cock that is currently splitting you in half. You think you can even feel a bit of fabric pressing against your taint, which suggests that Zack managed to pull his pants up as high as his balls before he literally dove into you looking for cover.

"Don't be shy. You're a great dancer, baby. And your sissy needs all the help she can get. So there's nothing wrong with being a little more sensual about it. Now, lean in..."

You squeak with discomfort when mom somehow pushes Zack into you even deeper. He's already bottomed out, so feeling his head slowly press and strain against your cervix makes you twitch and wince with nowhere to go. You're forced to just take it, a shiver coursing through you.

"Now squeeze her tits. Like you mean it. No, REALLY squeeze them. Put some weight into it!"

You guess your brother is trying to be nice to you but mom continues goading and pushing until he complies to her satisfaction. Your small boobs and sensitive nipples can only take so much before you're groaning with displeasure.

"That's what you want to hear. Now relax, give her a second."

Your big brother's meaty shaft pulls back along with the rest of him and he slips halfway out of you; although even half of his cock still leaves you feeling filled. This coincides with the release of your tits, his hands sliding down onto your abs. It's all such a joyous rush of relief that you slap your hands over your chest and let loose a shaky held breath.

"Then do it again. Lead with your hips and squeeze her tits."

You have no frame of reference for how tight you are, but when even your brother's gentle second thrust makes your cunny feel like it could burst you have to assume you're tighter than the average teenager. Zack pushes his hands up to your chest again but you're stubbornly cupping your nearly shapeless mounds while secretly playing with your nipples. Zack doesn't force the issue; his comforting hands harmlessly glide down your sensitive sides when he pulls back a moment later.

"Really? Are you still fighting your brother?" Mom walks away, shaking her head. "I'm disappointed, but you really don't have a say in this Kimmy. With how much work you've put into that tight little ass of yours you'd think you would appreciate what your brother is trying to do for you," she scolds, as if it wasn't even her idea to have your brother molest you. Mother saunters back into your view as Zack continues his slow gentle thrusts. "And if you think I'm going to just sit back and permit my baby girl to be some flat chested 8th grade runt you've got another thing coming."

While lecturing you, Mom tugs one of your hands away from your body, pulling your arm straight out to one side. She promptly slips a velvety loop around your wrist and tightens it into a knot. It doesn't take so much as a glance to know she just retrieved the fabric belt from your kimono robe and tied off the end of it to your wrist. Surprisingly, binding your naked body isn't even the strangest thing that mom has done to you before, although it is getting up there. You really don't want to submit to her, but you don't resist either. Being forced to deal with the thick cock of your eldest sibling poke at your ovaries might just be messing with your head. She snatches your other hand and lines them both up together. A couple quick loops and you find your second wrist bound to your first. "Now you're going to be a good girl... whether you want to or not."

Mom guides your arms above your head flattening them out along the cool countertop you're intimately familiar with by now. None of this frightens you until she pulls your arms tight and ties off the rest of the silky belt to an empty towel rack on one side of the island. The sensation of your bound body tightening up, forcefully stretched out, heightens all of your senses. You can even feel your vagina tighten around your brother's already constricted and pulsating shaft, the very last thing that needed to get any tighter.

"Go on baby," coos mom from across the island. "She can't fight you now. You do whatever you need to do to sort her out."

With that, mom does a full 180, slinking her way next to daddy and slipping an arm around him, disregarding her naked strapped down teenage daughter as if you were a tiresome piece of the kitchen's decor. Zack halts his steady hip thrusts now that mom isn't watching him. Having his college age cock finally rest inside your strained slit only illustrates how much better it feels when he's moving. But despite this, being tied to the counter is quickly getting to you.

"Are you happy now?" grumbles your brother in a hushed tone. "You've managed to get both mine and dad's dick in you in one day. Proud of yourself?" he asks, sounding disgusted.

You're hardly even listening. Since being tied down, stripped of all dignity and decency, groped, degraded, and fully penetrated by two family members, a quiet buried part of you is starting to freak out. You pull against your already taut restraint with increasing anxiety. You're unable to move much with your exposed skin trying its best to stick to the polished counter. Shifting your butt accomplishes little other than to twist and wriggle yourself around your brother's shaft.

"Fucking hell, Kimmy. I can't believe you." Zack leans into you, causing you to whimper. "How many guys have you fucked? Hmm?" He tweaks one of your nipples, almost maliciously. "You lost count? I thought Dawn, maybe. But you?"

"Please..." you whisper. You throw your hips up and manage to pull yourself an inch across the island. You try again twice as hard only to have Zack grab onto your sides and pull you towards him.

"Yeah, yeah, 'do me, do me,' whatever." He presses down on you and then presses into you, bottoming out again before seeking out a rhythm for his cock. "I never asked to fuck my sister," he states, hovering over you. "But guess what? You won. And now? Oh, you're gonna fuckin get it now."

You stop freaking out just long enough to notice your brother's intense stare. His eyes are piercing, almost angry. It's his anger that catches your attention. He wants to punish you, there's no doubt, and he's decided to do that by pounding his throbbing meaty member into your tiny sex as hard as he can. His cock has hurt you in the best way up until now, but this is different. It's a harsh weighty pounding that only gets worse as he picks up speed. You are soon rocked by every impact, gasping and twitching with each one. Despite committing to this, it's still obvious he's trying to not get caught; his thrusts are short, his pace smooth and controlled, but the anger in his cock is no less apparent.

Did you really bring this on yourself? More importantly, do you deserve this?

• Try to be a good girl request --Notsooldpervert (talk) 21:01, 19 August 2017 (CEST)
• You can't take this, tell on Zack