Double Step (Erotic Taboo Menage Romance) (2 page)

“Okay,” he said.

And then he did it. His tongue felt huge and wet, almost like a dog’s tongue hanging out on a hot day. He moved it up and down, first against the outside, but slowly my lips parted and I could feel him getting his face deeper and deeper into me. It felt incredible.

I started to moan. My hands reached out to either side and I gripped the blankets tight. I bit my lip. My eyes rolled back in my head.

Now, I’m sure that there’s more to going down on a girl than just licking up and down. Hitting the clit whenever you get lucky. But there was something more going on here. It was the situation. The fact that he was my brother. That made it feel just that much better.

It made it feel so dirty, but also so right. Why wouldn’t I have sex with one of the men who cared about me most? Who spent a lot of time making sure I was okay? Who was always looking out for me, always had my back? It seemed like my brother was the perfect person to have sex with. The only person who fits those criteria better would be my dad.

And when that thought hit my brain, the idea of being taken by both my brother
and
my dad, it was basically over already.

John just kept licking with unrelenting rhythm. He was not stopping. He was not going to slow down. He built up speed, and I could feel it coming. I could feel that it was going to happen. My whole body started to tense up, against my will. There was nothing I could do about it. I was about to have an orgasm caused by my big brother.

Then it happened. Suddenly a wave of pleasure spread from where he was, and it covered my whole body. Every muscle relaxed. Every bit of skin became ultra sensitive. But John still didn’t stop.

Every lick sent out another all-powerful wave. It felt incredible. Every wave was bigger than the last. Felt better than the last. I wasn’t sure how long I’d be able to take it for. Not long. It built up higher. And higher. And higher. Eventually I had to sit up, grab my brother’s head, and pull it away from my quivering pussy.

His face was soaked. He looked up at me with a huge smile, even bigger than normal. All around his mouth was dripping wet. “Well,” he said, “that wasn’t too difficult.”

I smiled back at him, wanting to say something, but then I just fell back again. I was still getting minor hits from the orgasm, and there was no way my legs would be sturdy enough to walk on for a while. I lay there while he stood up and wiped his face off on one of my towels. Then he walked out of the room, and I lay there.

I couldn’t believe that that had just happened. I’d just been eaten out by my own brother. It felt so wrong. So forbidden. But I didn’t even care. It had been - by far - the best orgasm of my life. I didn’t care that my brother had done it to me. I needed more. And I knew that next time, I wanted to go even farther. I wanted to return the favour. I wanted the taste of his cock in my mouth, and I was going to get it.

* * *

The next few days were actually kind of weird. John didn’t mention anything about what we’d done, and I kept my mouth shut as well. Every so often I’d catch his eyes lingering on my shirt just a bit longer than normal, or I’d catch him smiling at me for no reason, but other than that it was like things hadn’t changed at all.

And then one day he came home and said that his girlfriend had broken up with him. Said that she had just dumped him, no idea why. But he didn’t seem sad about it. Or glad. He seemed totally inert. Which gave me an idea.

What if he had just made the whole thing up? He never had a girlfriend. He just needed an excuse. I’d never met her, and now I never would. Those were hallmark signs of a pretend girlfriend. But if he didn’t have a girlfriend, he wouldn’t have been able to do to me what he’d done. I convinced myself that this was the situation, and then that led to another idea.

What if I told him that I had a boyfriend? Used his own tricks against him? That suddenly seemed like a brilliant idea. Even if he didn’t believe me, it would probably work. Clearly he wanted me. If I let him know that I wanted him as well, under the same guise that he’d used, I knew that it would work.

So the next day where dad was working and we were both at home, I sat down on the couch next to him. “So,” I said, “I have a secret.”

“Oh yeah?” he said. It was very easy for me to get him interested.

“Yep. I have a boyfriend.”

I could tell from the look in his eyes that he didn’t believe me. And that was fine. That was practically part of the plan. “Oh really?”

“Yep. But there’s a problem.”

He just stared at me. His mouth was open with disbelief. He knew exactly where this was going.

“I’ve never given a blowjob before. And I’m worried that I’ll embarrass myself.”

He was more upfront that I managed to be. “You want to give me a blowjob?”

I smiled, and brushed the hair out of my eyes. “Yes. Just so that I can learn. I need you to teach me how to make my boyfriend feel good.”

“Alright,” he said. He slid his shorts off right there on the couch. I got on my knees in front of him. And there it was. His cock.

It wasn’t hard yet, but I think it was part way there. It didn’t look particularly big or interesting. So I just knelt in front of, looking up at him and waiting for instructions.

“Well,” he said, “you have to get it hard first. So you take it in your hand and just play with it. Up and down.”

“Maybe,” I said, pulling down my top so that my perky little boobs were poking out, “this will help?”

He looked down and his eyes got wide. “Couldn’t hurt,” he said.

I grabbed my brothers cock with one hand. I used my other to play with his balls. Everything was so warm. So smooth. I rubbed him up and down and nothing was happening at first. But I kept going, and every now and then there would be a twitch, and it would get harder. I giggled a bit when that happened, and he let out sharp little breaths.

It just kept growing. More than once I asked, “Is it all the way hard yet?” He’d always shake his head and I would keep going. Stroking my brother’s shaft. Making him feel good.

And slowly it grew into something that really did look interesting. It got so big. Like, at least five times bigger than when I started. Long. Thick. My hand could hardly reach all the way around it. I started to move up and down, faster, and I looked up at him while I did. I watched as his eyes rolled back in his head. “Okay,” he said. “Okay. It’s hard.”

I let go. “Now what?”

“Now you put it in your mouth,” he said. “Move your head up and down. Lick it.”

At this point I wasn’t bluffing at all. I really had no idea what I was doing. He really was going to have to teach me what to do.

I wrapped my lips around the head of his cock, and slowly started to bob my head up and down. Everything got wet really fast. I could feel his thigh muscles tense up with pleasure. It wasn’t as easy to make eye contact anymore, but I tried. I wanted to be able to see his face so I could tell if what I was doing was working.

He was moaning, right there in the living room. Cock hard in his little sister’s mouth. In between the heavy breaths he managed to say, “Can you go deeper?”

I thought about that. The cock didn’t all fit in my mouth. Even when it was all the way at the back of my mouth, it wasn’t all the way in. And then I realized something. Realized the meaning behind one of the phrases I heard people using at high school a fair bit.
Deepthroat
.

I pushed my head forward, past the point where it was comfortable. Then all at once I felt his cock slip into my throat. I managed to not gag. He let out the loudest moan yet, and tangled his fingers into my hair. Clearly, he liked it when I deepthroated.

I started to pick up the speed. He started to go crazy. I could tell. He lay back on the couch, and I didn’t slow down. I didn’t care that was getting spit everywhere. All I cared about was making my brother feel good. Returning the favor he’d given me. Making him orgasm, hard. Into my mouth. I was going to swallow it.

I also didn’t even care that my dad was in the house. He’d come home early from work. He was watching me go at it.
That
I probably would have cared about, had I known it was going on in the first place.

* * *

So there I was, blowing my brother in front of my dad. John noticed him standing there first, and he quickly pulled my head off of him, with the pop of breaking suction being heard throughout the room. I looked over and saw him, the symbol of authority in this house, looking down at us. Staring at us. Having caught us breaking one of society’s main rules. Don’t give blowjobs to your brother.

I was about to stand up when he said, “Don’t move.”

I stayed there on my knees. I wasn’t about to disobey him in a situation like this. That would be crazy. I already knew I was in for a punishment.

“What are you two doing?” he asked.

Neither of us said anything. He knew what we had been doing. John’s cock was still out, and it was still hard. We had been caught red handed.

“I was wondering if this would ever happen,” he said. “They warn you about it, you know. The adoption people. They warn you that this happens often with adopted kids. No blood relation. Kids think that that means its okay. But you know what they recommend doing if you catch your kids in the act?”

Both of us shook our heads.

“They recommend punishment. Harsh. Fast. And severe.”

I didn’t know what to do. I knew that apologizing wouldn’t be nearly enough.

“Stand up,” he said staring directly at me.

I stood up. Nothing more, nothing less. I figured my punishment would be least severe if I just obey him.

“Take a step back and bend over,” he said. “Put your brother’s cock back in your mouth.”

That seemed like a weird instruction. But I stuck with my strategy. John’s cock had become kind of cold, what with being wet and then being left in the open. So I decided to warm it up for him.

Dad walked over to me. He grabbed my shorts, and he pulled them to the ground. Panties too. I stood there, bent over. And then he started spanking me.

While I sucked my brother off, my daddy spanked me again and again. Bolts of pain went through my whole body. He wasn’t just tapping me on the ass or anything. He wasn’t trying to teach me a lesson without really punishing me. He was hurting me. He was getting his point across. What I had been doing was wrong.

There were tears rolling down my face, but I John didn’t get any less hard. My whole ass was probably bright red.

But then it stopped. “Have you learnt your lesson?” asked dad.

“Yes,” I said, cock muffling my voice.

“Good,” he said. “I learned something today as well.” He paused. Then he unbuckled his pants and dropped them to the floor. “I learned that you two are okay having sex with family members.”

Suddenly I felt his hard cock pressed against me. Against my pussy lips. My own father. Spanking my bare ass had made him so hard. He pressed against me, and there was a bit of resistance at first, but then he slid inside of me all at once.

I had to stop sucking cock to let out a huge moan. Daddy was
so
big. He was filling me to the brim. And it was
my dad
. My dad’s cock was deep inside of me. It felt so good. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. My ass still stung from the spanking.

“Stand up,” my dad said to John.

John stood up, dad grabbed my hips and rotated me. I was bent at a ninety degree angle at the waist. My dad’s cock buried deep into me from behind, and my brother’s cock just waiting to be sucked on right in front of me.

I put it in my mouth as daddy slowly began to thrust. In and out. No protection. It felt so good. I could feel every contour of his hard cock inside of me. John had a great angle to watch all the action from. My round ass. My dad pounding against it.

I put my arms around him as a way to hold myself up. Dad was going at it so hard that I could hardly concentrate on giving a blowjob. He was hitting parts of me that had never been touched before. Every time he went his deepest, waves of pleasure rolled through my entire body. It felt magical. It felt orgasmic. I wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.

I had to give up on the blowjob. I wrapped my arms around John and pressed my head against his hip. But he was too horny to just let it go. This was hotter than anything he’d ever seen in the porn he watched.

So he grabbed his own dick and started working it. Jacking off to the scene of his dad plowing his sister. His sister’s arms wrapped around him.

Dad was going to hard. I didn’t know if he was going to finish yet, but I knew I was about to. He wasn’t slowing down. He was so incredibly hard. The idea of fucking his little girl, his daughter, was just too much. It was making him go crazy. He was punishing me with how huge his cock was. Ramming it deep into me to teach me a lesson.

Then I went over the edge. That had never happened to me while someone had been thrusting away before. My whole body started to shake. My feet left the floor, but his grip on my hips was enough to keep me in the air. I was moaning - loud. I couldn’t help myself.