                      It happens every time
                         An Erotic Story

     I Know I shouldn't let my brother climb in bed with me when 
we're both naked.  No matter how innocently it starts out, it 
always ends the same way.

     "Please, Shauna.  Just a kiss.  That's all, I promise.  You 
know I love you."
     Yeah right ... just a kiss ... Only I DID know how much my 
big brother loved me ... that was the trouble.
     "No," I replied, as sternly as I could.  Feeling my big 
brother's skin against mine was already making me weaken.  I 
shouldn't have let him cuddle up next to me naked in the first 
place.  "That's what you said LAST time," I reminded him.  "And 
look what happened then."
     "Please?"  For all my big brother being three years older 
than me, right then he looked like a little boy who had lost his 
favorite toy, and was about to cry.  Seeing him looking so 
sorrowful, was too much.  After all, what harm WOULD a kiss do?  
(Yeah, I know ... I've been here before.)  "Well, Okay ... but 
just one mind you, and nothing else.  Any funny business this 
time, and I'm sending you back to your own bed."
     "Thanks, Sis."   <Mmmmm, mmmmmMmmmMMMMmmmm.>
     Oh God, my big brother can kiss good.  Relenting a little, I 
opened my mouth and let him inside.  For a second or two our 
tongues dueled, before I pushed him away.  "There," I said.  "One 
kiss ... now go to sleep."
     "Thanks, Sis."  Mike rolled over on his back, and I could 
tell he actually tried to sleep ... for a while anyway.  I 
couldn't sleep either.
     "Uh, Shauna?"
     "What NOW?"  I wasn't really annoyed; just worked up from 
the kiss.
     "Can we do it again?  Just once more?  Please?"
     Oh what the heck.  "C'mere, Big Brother."
     This time it was more than just a kiss.  I felt Mike's body 
come over mine in the dark, and his big hand come to rest on my 
breasts (which were already aroused and sensitive) as he fastened 
his mouth on mine in a kiss that made the earlier one seem chaste 
and innocent.  I was almost fainting with excitement ... 
shuddering with the repressed need and hot feelings in my body.  
I could feel my brother's prick, now an engorged and throbbing 
hardness against my thigh, poking at me.  I knew I had to stop 
things before they went any further.
     "That's enough, Mike," I said; trying weakly to push him off 
me.
     "Please?" He replied, almost a whimper of repressed need.  
"Just a little more ... I promise."  My brother's hand was almost 
unconsciously rubbing my right breast, as he looked at me with 
that pleading, puppydog look that I could hardly ever resist.  
"Just a little more?"
     "No!" I said firmly.  "You know what will happen if we 
continue.  You'll get more and more excited, until you want to 
put it inside me again ... and then who knows what will happen?"


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     Actually, we BOTH knew all too well what would happen ... it 
had happened way too often before.
     "Please?  Just a little?  I promise that's all.  Besides, 
you like it too!  I just want to feel it just a *little* more.  
You feel SO good, Shauna."
     I couldn't deny that.  My whole body ached to feel more of 
my brother's body next to me, on me, and yes even IN me.  Still, 
another kiss or two wouldn't hurt, I guess.  I relaxed and 
agreed.  "OK, but remember, just a little ... you promised."
     "Thank, Sis!  You'll like it ... really!"
     I suddenly realized with shock that my brother thought I had 
agreed to let him put his prick in me again, not to kiss a little 
more!  I was about to object, when I felt him slide between my 
legs; and the touch of his prick against my aching, needing, 
WANTING vagina was too much.  Almost automatically I spread my 
legs and let my big brother slip inside me.  I told myself that 
it HAD been my mistake ... and I HAD told him he could ... even 
if he had misunderstood me.  Oh GOD, did that feel good.
     "Oh Mike," I moaned; giving my hips a bump and grind so he 
slid so satisfyingly all the way up inside me.  "We shouldn't be 
doing this."
     "Uh, Unh, Uuuuhhhgnnh.  Uh <pant> why not?" He asked.  "I 
like it ... You like it too ... I know ... why shouldn't we?"
     "Because I might get *pregnant*, you dummy," I whispered 
fiercely.  I didn't want my objections to wake up our parents.  
Who knows what they might do if they found their two children 
rutting like minks in the same bed.  Especially since they didn't 
even know we were sleeping together.  In spite of my objections, 
by this time my hips were rolling to meet my brother's frantic 
humps into me.  "Remember, you promised, 'Just a little,'" I 
reminded him.  "And we've already done more than just a little."
     "Uh, PLEASE Shauna ... just a little more ... it feels SO 
good!"
     Oh God, was my big brother right.  His prick felt SO right 
inside my body ... as if it was made for this wonderful thing of 
filling my crack; throbbing and swelling and feeling SO good.  Oh 
God ... swelling?  Oh shit.  Still, it was almost as hard for ME 
to stop as it was Mike.  "Oh, OK ... just a little more," I heard 
myself say.  "But don't cum in me.  I don't want to get pregnant 
by my own brother."
     Mike took my agreement and ran away with it; humping madly 
into me until his pubic bone was banging against mine, while we 
rutted madly together; his prick sliding out until it almost 
disconnected; then sliding in until it filled me so full I could 
almost taste the precum and sperm leaking from the tip into my 
waiting fertility.  Oh God ... I just HAD to make him stop 
before ... Oh God, that felt SOOOO good!
     "Please, Shauna ... Just a little bit.  I want to feel what 
it's like ... just a little ... I promise I'll pull out after 
that, OK?"
     Somehow in the heat of passion I heard myself agreeing ... I 
would have agreed to have my head chopped off, if that would keep 
my big brother's prick sliding in and out of me ... I was 
close ... SOOOO close.  "Well, Just a little," I said; 
frantically working my hips against his.


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     I felt the first cramp squeeze my body and his prick inside 
me.  "Remember, you promised!  I don't want to get pregnant."
     "Oooh, Thanks, Shauna I'll just squirt a little bit ... 
you'll see.  Oh God, that feels good.  Just a little more ... 
squeeze me just like that ... Oh God, I'm gonna ..."
     Only I beat him to it.  With a wail it's a wonder didn't 
bring both parents running to our room to see who was murdering 
their little girl, I suddenly grabbed Mike around the chest with 
my arms, and around the hips with my legs, and started clamping 
and squeezing just as hard as I could while the knot grew and 
grew inside my belly until it burst.  I was barely aware of Mike 
being taken along with me.
     "Shauna ... I'm going to cum ... Shauna!  Oh God ... SHAUNA!  
Oh, OOOOH, Ooouuuoohhh.  Oh God, that felt good."  With each 
exclamation I felt my brother's prick leap and stretch inside me.  
They say you can't feel a man ejaculate inside you, but I didn't 
need to.  The stretching and swelling of his wonderful penis 
inside my needing hole was SOOO nice, and scratching the itch I 
had been feeling all afternoon SOOO well, that even knowing Mike 
was ejaculating his potent sperm inside me in thick white 
incestuous gouts of baby-making seed, was more a turn-on that he 
liked me enough to plant that much spunk in my horny little 
tummy, than turn-off at the thought I might be getting pregnant 
with my own brother's baby right then.  (OK ... I'll admit it ... 
even the thought of getting knobbed by my own brother was a turn-
on, when I was getting royally fucked like that.  The scary 
thrill just adding to the sheer overpowering intensity of my 
orgasm.  Later, I knew I would feel guilty and scared.  Right 
then though, the kinky knowledge that millions of Mike's potent 
little wrigglers were seeking my developing eggs was just making 
me cum that much harder!)
     I finally collapsed, panting harshly, while my big brother's 
groans of release finally died to pants; and his frantic thrusts 
to deposit his sperm as far up inside my tummy as he could, 
slowed down to just friendly cuddling, while his prick wilted; 
keeping his sperm bottled up inside me until one of us regained 
enough sanity to reach for the tissue we kept beside the bed.  I 
knew that right then my open and receptive cervix was dipping 
into the obscene pool of thick white goo my brother had deposited 
in my body; sucking millions more of his potent sperm into my 
uterus where they would join the wrigglers he had deposited in my 
body earlier, in their frantic search for my ovaries and the eggs 
they contained.  I was too relaxed and comfortable with my big 
brother on top of me to care.
     Eventually though, we had to pull apart.  Mike is just too 
big for us to sleep comfortably with him on top of me.  As we 
separated, I looked down at the smeary mess his cum had made of 
my crotch.  Mike looked too.
     "Um ... I guess we goofed again," he finally said.
     "I guess we did," I agreed.  There was no heat in the 
accusation I leveled at my brother.  "You promised you'd only do 
it a little bit," I reminded him.
     "Sorry, I was going to pull out after the first squirt, but 
you wouldn't let me," Mike reminded me.  Whether or not he COULD 
have pulled out, even if I had, was something I doubted.


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     "Um."  That non-committal remark was all I could think of.  
I grabbed a tissue and stoppered up my leaking hole; then handed 
my brother one to wipe himself with.  Mike watched me do this 
with some interest.
     "Uh, Shauna?"
     "Yes?"  By now I was starting to feel the usual letdown and 
guilt about having sex with my own brother ... but not enough to 
make him go back to his own bed, either.  It was SOOO nice to 
snuggle up with the man you loved after a bout of sex like that.
     "Uh ... could we do this again some time?"
     "Mike!"  I made it plain that I thought we shouldn't have 
done it THIS time.  Mike very sensibly shut up, and snuggled down 
to go to sleep.  Somehow I knew though that by morning my big 
brother would probably be trying to do it to me again ....
     .... And I knew that once again I would probably let him.










































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