spring break was approaching fast for matt, and he couldn't wait to come home. college was not what he expected, he thought girls would talk to him or he would make friends at least. but once again no one approached him, he tried to play it off on the skype calls with his family. it was only his first year, he might make friends within the three years he has left. he packed his books in his bag from his last class, making his way back to his dorm to pack. his parents insisted that he stay on campus for a better experience. matt solely agreed to make them happy.
the door bell rang interrupting you setting down plates on the kitchen table, you made your way to the front door. there he was your younger brother matt, wearing a white sweater and blue jeans. he looked like a nerd.
“hi,” he muttered, his gaze landing on your cleavage that was practically spilling from your shirt. matt would never dare to admit it but he’s always had a thing for you, despite how wrong it was to find his own sister attractive. you smile pulling him into a hug, you wore heels so his face was pressing against your soft breasts.
“i missed you,” you say as he pulls away his face redding in embarrassment. dinner went by fast, your parents asked matt all about college. he tried to keep some sense of composer feeling your foot touch his leg under the table. after you were done eating you volunteered to do the dishes, matt helped to clean off the table before meeting you in the kitchen.
“so are you glad to be back home?,” you asked scrubbing a pan. matt nodded rinsing off the few dishes in the sink trying to distract himself from the scent of you. something was different from all the other times he interacted with you. he was nervous, he tried to shake the thought from his head but it just wouldn’t leave his mind.
you finished up the dishes and headed upstairs to your old bedroom to get changed. matt stayed in the kitchen for a few moments trying to calm down, his racing heart. he walked upstairs to the bathroom, closing the door and letting out a deep breath.
that’s when he saw it, a pair of panties on the floor. he was sure they were yours, whose else would they be? his hand had a mind of it’s own as he picked them off the floor. warmth crept up his ace as he brought the fabric closer to his nose, smelling them. the smell was uniquely you. his heart hammered against his ribcage as he heard footsteps outside the door.
“matt, hurry up.” you knocked on the door impatiently. he abruptly stood up, shoving the panties into his pocket, the door creaked open as you stepped inside. “you okay?,” you asked, giggling at his fluttered state. he gulped, hoping you wouldn’t catch on to what he was doing. you watched as he hurried out of the bathroom, seeing your pink lace thong peeking out from his back pocket. “we’ll be back around 10pm,” you parents spoke as they got ready to leave. you smiled at them, assuring them everything would be okay, they were extra cautious of matt.
“your sister is in charge,” your father said, pointing a finger to matt who rolled his eyes. hours passed, and both you and matt sat on the couch watching movies, just like the old days. an unexpected sex scene came on and from the corner of your eyes you could see matt looking nervous. “what’s the matter?,” you ask, turning towards him with a smirk. he gulped before shaking his head. your hand crept onto his thigh feeling him twitch under your touch. “come on you can tell me,” you whispered, leaning closer. “i just don’t like these kind of movies,” he stutered. you let out a chuckle finger tips tracing along his inner thigh.
“sex movies?” matt sat up coughing, taken aback by your words. you pull back watching him avoid your gaze. “you probably have had sex several times since college,” you say watching for his reaction. matt looks down at his lap at a loss for words. part of him knew he shouldn’t be talking to you about this, but he always told you everything. “nope,” he replies. your eyes widen, watching his shoulders slump as if he's embarrassed. “aw, matt im sure it will happen soon,” you try to comfort him, your hand caressing his shoulder. he only shrugs clearly still upset.
“i don’t even know how to do all that,” he whispers. the bed creaks as you move to straddle his lap, his face reddening with every movement. he couldn’t believe this, you had offered to teach him about sex. his mind was screaming at him that this was wrong, but he couldn’t look away. he couldn't turn you down, he trusted you.
“it’s okay,” you said, giving him a reassuring smile. your hands wandered under his shirt feeling his hot skin. matt felt his jeans tightening as you pressed your lips on his neck, flicking your tongue over his pulse point. “put your hands on my hips,” you whisper in his ear.
“girls like that.” matt nodded hesitantly, moving his hands to place them on your hips. you pull back seeing his flushed face and wide eyes. “kiss me,” you blurted out. he leaned forward pressing his lips to yours in an awkward kiss. matt pulled back slowly, embarrassed that he didn’t know how to kiss properly, but you were there to teach him.
“like this,” you say, pressing your lips to his, and swiftly pushing your tongue into his mouth. a whimper slipped from his lips, his hands tightening on your hips as you slowly moved against him. it felt like heaven feeling you move against him, he’s dreamed of this for long. matt kneeled before you watching you spread your legs revealing your slick cunt.
“oh my god,” he blurted out his finger tracing the soft hair on your mound. you smile at him moving his finger tip to your budding clit and showing him how to pleasure you. “that’s it…” you moan, feeling him slowly circle over your clit. once he gained confidence he moved closer flicking his tongue out to taste you, your back arched over the bed.
“am i doing okay?,” he asked, worried about messing things up. you bite your lip as the tip of his tongue circles around your entrance. “you’re doing amazing,” you gasp feeling the wet muscle finally enter inside of you. your fingers curl in his hair pulling him close to your heat as he savour your taste. “im close,” you chant, trapping his head in between your thighs. your release was the sweetest thing matt had ever tasted.
this isnt hate because you genuinely seem like such a sweet girl, and i have read your post about why you write the things you write, but i just want to ask why you write incest and stepcest if you’re against it in real life? because you described it as “icky” so it almost feels contradictory (in my opinion!) to still write about it. once again, this isnt hate at all, i’m genuinely just curious because the two things are very opposite and it kind of just makes me rub my chin a little bit
this is a vaild question. i still write about these topics because its okay to indulge in fantasies about certain things without supporting it irl. the thing is to seperate fantasy from reality. i would never support incest irl, as it's harmful. but in my little fantasy world the harm isn't there.