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Archive name: notqueer.txt (MF, inc, bro-sis)
Authors name: Scorpio00155 (scorpio00155@my-deja.com)
Story title : Definitely Not Queer

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Definitely Not Queer (MF, inc, bro-sis) 
by Scorpio00155 (scorpio00155@my-deja.com)

***

Boy did I live in a strange household, mum had a string 
of lovers as long as your arm, dad was a randy sod that 
ogled even me at times and had as many lovers as mum. Yet 
neither of them seemed to mind that the other was 
unfaithful, in fact they spent as much time fucking each 
other as they did having it off with their lovers. Then 
there was my fifteen year old brother Tony, he was three 
years younger than me and was breaking our parent's 
hearts, mum was almost crying over him while dad was 
virtually tearing his hair out.

"I tell you he is a poofdah." dad snorted as we held a 
family meeting without Tony "That boy is as bent as a 
nine bob note."

"I hope you're wrong," mum sighed, "though I must say he 
doesn't seem quite right."

I looked from my father to my mother and sighed, we'd 
been talking about my brother for the past half hour and 
hadn't got any further than my father calling him queer 
and mum hoping he was wrong. So far I hadn't heard 
anything from either of them to provide evidence of their 
conclusion.

"What makes you think he's queer?" I asked at last in an 
effort to move things on a bit.

"Listen Paula," dad sighed, "how many men do you know 
that don't at least show an interest if a naked woman 
appears in front of them."

"None," I grinned "but Tony isn't a man, he's still a 
boy."

"Hell," dad swore "at his age I was climbing lampposts in 
the hope of seeing a bit of naked female flesh."

That I could well believe of my father, but I was still 
none the wiser as to why he had decided that Tony was 
gay, so I repeated my question and this time got a 
straight answer. It seemed that dad had been 
'entertaining' a woman and Tony had walked in on them 
accidentally, he'd got quite an eyeful of dad's lady 
friend apparently and hadn't even raised a smile let 
alone anything else and it was on this evidence that dad 
had decided that his one and only son was queer.

"Damn it," dad growled "I told you all his reading wasn't 
good for him, I should have kicked him out on a football 
pitch or something. Well sod it, I've a darts match 
tonight and I'm not going to let this affect me, I'll see 
you later."

"And I've a sowing circle meeting," mum announced as she 
stood up "we'll finish this tomorrow."

Like hell dad have a darts match, he wouldn't know one 
end of a dart from the other and as for mum's sowing 
circle she couldn't sow to save her life. The pair of 
them were obviously off to see one or other of their 
lovers, not that I gave a care one way or the other, but 
I did wish that they could at least be honest about it 
instead of making up such unbelievable excuses.

Within a couple of minutes I was alone in the kitchen, I 
gave a sigh as I thought about the topic of conversation 
and wondered whether my parents were right about my 
brother. I had to admit that he had never really shown an 
interest in girls.

I suppose Tony was closer to me than he was to our 
parents, he was a sensitive soul and dad's rough and 
ready manner intimidated him. As for mum she was out so 
much that we rarely saw her anyway so it was only natural 
that Tony had turned to me when he had needed advice, not 
that he needed it that often. There was only one way to 
settle the matter, I was going to ask Tony straight out, 
I knew that he would give me the truth, though I wasn't 
quite sure what I'd do if he said he was gay.

Having made my decision I acted on it, marching up the 
stairs I paused outside Tony's room, took a deep breath, 
then knocked on the door.

"Come in." my brother called out.

Opening the door I stepped into the room and smiled at my 
brother who was lying on his bed dressed in nothing more 
than a pair of underpants, in his hands he held a book 
that he put on the bedside cabinet as I entered.

"Hi Paula," he grinned up at me as I walked over to the 
bed "what's up?"

Like I said, he was sensitive and it had been no effort 
for him to guess that I had something on my mind, sitting 
on the bed beside him I took a deep breath and asked the 
question.

"Tony," I said bluntly "are you gay?"

Tony burst out laughing though I couldn't see anything 
funny in the question; I waited for his guffaws to die 
down before asking him to answer the question.

"What do you think?" he answered my question with a 
question.

"I don't know." I sighed, "Dad reckons you are because 
you didn't react to his lady friend's bare body the other 
day."

"If I said I wasn't" Tony grinned "who'd believe me?"

"Well I would, I think." I replied uncertainly "Are you 
saying you're not gay?"

"Nope." he grinned annoyingly.

"Then you are gay?" I sighed sadly.

"Nope." he grinned even more.

"Jesus Tony," I burst out "what is this, you can't be 
either straight or gay."

"Well you can be both you know," he laughed "it's called 
bi."

"Will you give me a straight answer?" I demanded.

"I doubt it would help if I did." Tony sighed "I'd need 
to prove what I said was true before dad would be 
persuaded. For what it's worth I'm not gay and I'm not 
bi."

I should have believed him, but there was something in 
the way he said it that gave me some doubts. He was right 
when he said he would have to prove his statement, but 
there was only one way I could think of that he could do 
that.

Unfortunately there was a lack of willing females at that 
moment in time; there was only he and I in the house. 
Then, right out of the blue an idea came to me, it was 
shocking and disgusting, but it would prove the matter 
one way or another and would involve no one outside the 
home, in fact it would involve no one but Tony and 
myself.

Much to my surprise I felt myself getting excited at the 
idea of showing off my body to my brother. I felt that if 
I couldn't get him going then he had to be queer.

"See," Tony sighed at my silence "even you don't believe 
me and there's no way that I can prove what I say is the 
truth."

"I wouldn't say that." I grinned standing up.

Turning to face him I started to undress while watching 
his reactions very carefully, his first reaction was 
surprise. Apart from that I could see no spark of 
interest as more and more of my skin was exposed to his 
gaze. At last I was naked, I stood in front of Tony and 
sighed, although his eyes were traveling over my body he 
was showing absolutely none of the usual signs of 
arousal. This made me determined to get a reaction from 
him one way or another.

I climbed onto his bed and lying beside my brother I 
began to masturbate myself, I'd done this before for some 
of my boyfriends and had thoroughly enjoyed it, but the 
buzz I got doing it in front of Tony was more than I had 
expected. He watched my every move as I squeezed my tits 
then teased my nipples before sliding a hand down to my 
pussy to play with my clit. He even sat up so that he 
could see better when I plunged two fingers into my pussy 
and used them to fuck myself to a climax, but apart from 
that he gave no indication of excitement. He certainly 
wasn't hard.

Breathing heavily I lay there and looked at my brother, I 
was determined that I was going to get him aroused if it 
killed me. Sitting up I leant over and kissed Tony full 
on the lips, it felt strange kissing my brother as I 
would one of my boyfriends, strange yet so exciting that 
it made my arousal swell inside me again. After a while 
Tony began to return my kiss, not over passionately, but 
it was at least a return of pressure and I felt pleased 
with myself.

However, it was not the reaction I wanted out of him so I 
reached down and grabbed one of his hands and guided it 
to my tits, for a few moments I guided his hands over my 
mounds and nipples then let him go it alone. There seemed 
to be little enthusiasm in his movements, but at least he 
kept his fingers moving on my tits and I reached out for 
his other hand and guided it to my pussy. Once again I 
showed him what to do before letting go of his hand and 
once again he kept his hand moving on his own, but there 
was no eagerness there.

Breathing deeply through my nose I reached out again and 
this time closed my hand around his flaccid cock inside 
his underpants, by now I would have expected his cock to 
be hard and throbbing. If I had my way it soon would be 
that way, slowly I wanked him, letting my hand slide up 
and down his quite large cock in easy, exciting motions. 
It seemed that ages passed before anything happened and 
of all things it was I climaxing, Tony's cock was still 
soft in my hand as I squeezed it.

His fingers speared into me as I pushed down on them and 
our lips parted as I cried out my pleasure. Tony leant 
over and took one of my nipples into his mouth and I felt 
my bliss grow to ecstasy as he sucked and tongued my hard 
bud. The fact that he had acted on his own initiative 
didn't get through to me until after I was coming down 
from my incestuous orgasm, and then I felt pleased with 
myself for forcing a reaction from him.

Yet his cock was still limp under my hand, I couldn't, 
wouldn't believe that my brother was queer, yet it seemed 
that I was having very little effect on him at all, which 
of course made me even more determined to get him going.

Sighing I asked him to lick my pussy, he shrugged as 
though indifferent to my suggestion, but moved between my 
legs and started to lick at me in the way I would have 
expected an experienced lover to do. It wasn't long 
before I was screaming out my pleasure again as orgasm 
after orgasm ripped through me. I became so excited that 
I forgot who I was with and screamed at him to fuck me, I 
pleaded, begged and yelled and eventually I felt the 
mouth leave my pussy and a body slide up onto mine.

Sighing I pushed up on the hard cock that was pushing at 
my pussy, unconcerned that his underpants had done a 
vanishing act, and a wave of ecstasy filled me as it sank 
all the way into my shuddering body. It felt as though a 
long, fat truncheon was filling me. Lord was it a 
delicious feeling, and when Tony began to slide his 
gorgeous cock in and out of me I felt myself overwhelmed 
by the pleasure that it gave me. Crying out, sobbing and 
gasping I tried to move with my brother, but my body just 
wasn't mine any more. His movements were long and slow 
and they drove me loopy with excitement, I'd been fucked 
many times before, but never like this, never with such 
ecstasy running through me.

It was exquisite and I never wanted it to end, I couldn't 
even cry out any more, all I could do was pant and sob as 
my brother took me. Aeons seemed to have gone by before 
Tony began to move faster in me, I could feel my mind 
drifting away as my senses faded in and out while my 
brother fucked me at a faster and faster rate. Then he 
was pushing deep into me, his groan right in my ear as he 
filled my depths with his hot seed pushed me close to 
unconsciousness, but somehow I stayed aware and felt the 
spreading heat of his juices inside me.

Then Tony was moving again, his cock sliding in and out 
even as it started to wilt and for a moment I think I 
passed out. When I came to again my brother was still 
sliding in me, only at a much slower rate, and even as I 
became aware of this he pulled his cock from my pussy and 
knelt beside me.

It took me ages to recover enough to do more than lie on 
the bed shuddering and panting in post-orgasmic bliss, in 
that time Tony moved from between my legs to sit at my 
side. When I could focus my eyes I saw him looking down 
at me with a huge grin on his face. It was only then that 
it dawned on me that I had let my own brother fuck me, I 
could feel the blood draining from my face, but a scant 
heartbeat later I realised that I didn't give a damn. He 
had satisfied me more than I had ever been before and I 
knew that I would do anything to feel that satisfaction 
again.

Then I realised that he had fucked me in a way no 
homosexual could, struggling to sit up I looked at my 
brother's smiling face then glanced down at his cock and 
gasped. It was semi-erect and growing harder as I 
watched, yet earlier, before he had started licking my 
pussy, I had not been able to get any sign of life from 
his cock.

"God I feel knackered." I gasped out as I leant against 
Tony.

"Are you satisfied?" he asked softly as he put an arm 
around me.

"Lord yes!" I laughed weakly "I've never felt this good 
before, but I don't understand Tony, I could not get one 
single sign of excitement out of you and suddenly you're 
banging away at my pussy like an expert."

"Yeah, well, sorry about that sis, but I couldn't resist 
it." Tony sighed "You are gorgeous and I lost it for a 
while, by the time I came back to my senses I was well 
into fucking you."

"That doesn't explain the lack of response before hand." 
I smiled.

"Oh, that." he grinned "It takes me a long time to 
get...uh...warmed up, you know, hard. Anyway, I found out 
that you girls love a challenge so I sort of pretend to 
be queer, all it takes is to not show how interested you 
really are, it works almost every time. I've lost count 
of the women who have fucked me because they think they 
are converting me back to straight sex! I've never been 
anything but straight, I'm definitely not queer nor will 
I ever be."

"You sod." I laughed "You got me with that technique of 
yours, I was so determined to get a rise out of you 
because I thought you were gay. God knows how I'm going 
to put our parent's minds at rest, I can't just say I 
know that you're not queer because you fucked my brains 
out, they'd have a fit."

"Why not tell them that I've screwed some of your 
girlfriends." Tony smiled.

"Then they'll ask me which ones," I sighed, "you know how 
bad I am at lying."

"No lie," Tony laughed, "you can give them a few names."

"Yeah? Like who?" I asked in surprise.

"Let's see," Tony grinned, "there was Linda then Sandy, 
Moira, Nancy, Jane, Carol..."

"Jesus have you fucked all my friends?" I gasped.

"All the females anyway." he laughed "They all thought I 
was queer and wanted to...ahum...'help' me. Funny thing 
is that they all came back for more and kept me a secret 
from their friends."

"I can't blame them," I laughed "I'd not want to share a 
stud like you, in fact I don't want to, I want you all to 
myself!"

"Greedy." Tony grinned, "There's more than enough to go 
round and besides, I like the variety."

"Beast!" I laughed "Okay, so I have to share you, but 
please Tony, don't let this be a one-night stand."

"No way sis," he laughed, "you're too damned good for me 
to leave you alone."

I felt myself glow at his words, the fact that I had 
begged him to keep on fucking me did not bother me at 
all, just as the fact that I was committing incest didn't 
bother me, I reveled in the way he made me feel and 
wanted to feel that way again. At least I could put mum 
and dad's mind at rest, Tony definitely was not queer and 
I could testify to that on a stack of bibles, I was still 
trembling from the sensations he had made me feel. Tony's 
hand came under my chin and tilted my head up, his lips 
came down on mine and I sighed as I realised that he was 
going to take me again and I had never been more willing 
in my life.

THE END

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