I lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, feeling the heat of the day stick to my skin. The room was silent except for the distant hum of the air conditioner. I was home alone for the summer, my parents on a trip to Europe, leaving me and my older brother to our own devices. We had always had a strange relationship, but this was new territory for us.
I had always had a fantasy, one that I’d never shared with anyone, not even my closest friends. It was a dark, twisted desire that I’d been harboring for years, and it was only when I stumbled upon an online community that I realized would quickly fill my very essence, taboo and power dynamics that had my heart racing and my panties damp every time I thought about it.
My brother, had always been the object of my desires. He was six years older, towering over me with broad shoulders and a chiseled jaw. His eyes always seemed to pierce right through me, and his touch sent electric shocks through my body. But he was also kind, gentle, and protective—qualities that seemed at odds with the fantasy that played out in my mind.
The door to my room creaked open, and my heart skipped a beat. It was my brother, his eyes red and swollen as if he’d been crying. I knew better, I could tell by the way smoke clung to his clothes as he entered my room, he was high out of his mind.
“Hey, sis,” he slurred, his voice thick with a mix of regret and arousal. “You okay?”
I raise a brow in confusion, "Why wouldn't I be?" I ask, playing it cool.
He stumbled over to the bed, his eyes dropping to my chest as I lay there in my skimpy tank top and shorts. "I had a bad trip," he said, his voice cracking. "But I need to do this."
Before I could respond, he was on top of me, his weight pressing me into the mattress. His hands found their way to my breasts, and he squeezed them roughly. "what are you-," I whispered, feeling a thrill of fear and excitement. "What are you doing?"
"I'm so sorry," he choked out, his voice thick with emotion. "But I can't help it. You're just so… fucking… perfect."
The smell of weed filled the air as he leaned in, his breath hot against my neck. "This is wrong," he murmured, his hand sliding down to the waistband of my shorts. "But I'm going to fuck you anyway."
My eyes widen in fear slightly, I had gone through this fantasy in my head millions of times but I was not ready for the real thing, I had never had another person touch me. My fingers grab at his hand trying to push them away "Wait hold on-"
But he was too lost in his own delirium to listen, his other hand smothering my protests as he pushed my shorts down and shimmied them off my legs. "This is fucked up," he whimpered, his own arousal obvious through his sweatpants. "But I need this."
He leaned down to kiss me, and I felt his hardness pressing against my thigh. My mind raced as he began to push inside of me. The pain was sharp, and I bit back a scream, my body tensing. "It's okay," he murmured, his voice barely audible. "I'll be gentle."
But he wasn't gentle. He was rough, his movements driven by an animalistic need that seemed to consume him. He didn't care about my virginity or my comfort; he just needed to fill me up with his seed.
As he thrust into me, he began to cry, his tears mixing with the sweat on his face. "I'm so sorry," he kept saying, over and over again. "This is sooo fucked up. But I can't stop."
I felt a strange mix of emotions, fear, anger, and a deep, dark arousal that I couldn't ignore. His apologies only turned me on more, making the situation feel all the more taboo and wrong. "It's okay," I found myself saying, my voice a soft whisper. "It's what I want."
He picked up the pace, his cries of apology turning to grunts of pleasure. I could feel my body responding to him, my walls tightening around his cock as he pushed deeper and deeper. "Inside-," I murmured, the words slipping out before I could stop them. "want it inside."
The idea of my brother’s baby growing inside me only added to the intensity of the moment. His eyes widened at my words, and he pounded into me even harder. "Oh God," he groaned. "I'm gonna fill you up."
I moaned, the pain now replaced with something else, something more primal. I felt my orgasm building, my body shaking with every thrust. "Do it," I begged. "Breed me."
And then he did. With a final, desperate push, he came inside me, filling me with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of me, his body heaving with the effort. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice breaking. "I didn't mean to."
But I knew he did. And I knew that deep down, I wanted it too. This was the start of something twisted and wrong, something that would change our relationship forever. But as I felt his warmth spreading within me, I couldn't help but crave more.
