My older brother has a habit.
When I was younger, Arwen and I would sleep together in the same bed following the nightmares that I would have of a stranger entering into my bedroom and watching me sleep. I would always toss and turn, bellowing out in fear and calling for my brother's name.
Arwen would always come to my rescue, telling me that everything will be fine. He would hold my hand and lay with me in bed until the morning sun comes. My fear is what started this shared habit of sleeping in the same bed, of being under the same sheets, of being inches away from one another.
Strangely enough, my nightmares grew less and less terrifying to me as Arwen stayed with me until I came of age. I had never managed to break free of this habit as it was not hurting anyone, yet my father had insisted more than once that we refrain from sleeping in the same bed.
My dreams, however, had grown odd. I would often wake up drenched in sweat, with my nether regions tingly and moist with a wetness of my own making. My dreams are filled with fuzzy feelings and images of a man making love to me would play every now and then. Coincidentally, Arwen would be long gone by the time I had awoken.
Initially, I had shrugged off the first few times that this had happened, yet my situation seems to keep on escalating with my dreams becoming more and more vivid. In the few moments of lucidity I would have, I catch glimpses of something crawling under my sheets, or rather, someone.
I've decided to investigate this matter by doing my best to keep myself awake.
One night, when Arwen was still training with the recruits late at night, I went to bed without him. Though of course, I fully expected him to be by my side come the morning light. After a few hours of waiting in bed and staring at the ceiling, I was half-awake and in danger of being lulled to sleep until the bedroom door opens with a creak.
I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep as I controlled my breathing. Footsteps drew nearer to the bed as I opened my eyes slightly. There was a silhouette of a man in front of me, staring at me with intent. I was prepared to jump out of the bed and lash out until the figure drew closer, bathed in the moonlight, I saw his face.
It was Arwen.
Arwen's eyes were glowing red in the darkness, covered in sweat and wearing nothing by a plain white shirt that he wears during training. There was no doubt that he had just finished as I could make out a few cuts and bruises one would have when sparring. Arwen approaches the side of the bed, his breathing became more and more ragged as he drew closer to me.
I grew confused. What was he doing? Why is he staring at me like this? Am I dreaming right now? Is the figure in front of me merely an imagination conjured up from the depths of my mind?
But I know that face. I know that figure. That fierce look, those fluffy curls of his brown hair, those deep red eyes that burned with a flaming passion to become a seasoned warrior. It was Arwen, no doubt about it.
Arwen slowly crawled onto the bed until he was finally on top of me. I try to shut my eyes, but I could not help but be curious of what comes next.
"Theresia…" he spoke, in a soft and gentle voice. A voice that had always comforted me wherever I was. The voice of my beloved older brother.
He drew his face closer and pressed his lips against mine. A wet sensation caresses my mouth as his tongue slips inside of it.
My own brother stole my first kiss! Or had it been stolen a long time ago due to how natural it feels for me? Again, I was thrown into shock and confusion to the events unfolding in front of me. My heart races as my mind pounds enough to give me a headache.
His lips were incredibly soft, his tongue unravelling inside my own mouth as it scrapes against my own tongue. A lustful yet passionate kiss that I would never understand with my mind, but something that my heart unknowingly yearns for.
I need to wake up. I told myself, however, a perverted curiosity perks within the depths of my heart. What comes next? I want to know more. I want to feel more.
Arwen withdrew his face and pressed it against my breasts. I could feel his hot breath caress my skin through the silk fabrics of what I was wearing. I grew more and more excited as he began to fondle them.
"They've grown… so… soft and smells good." Arwen continues to savor my breasts, pressing his face deeper to feel how soft it is.
My brother's face, so gentle yet full of lust. A lust that was directed not to someone he loves or an adventurer that he met during his escapades, but a forbidden lust now coming undone in front of his own sister. Arwen was always gentle, even if he puts on a rough facade as a knight. But now, that gentleness is tainted by sexual desire. A sexual desire that began to awaken something from within me.
At that moment, I understood. This wasn't the first time that Arwen did this to me. It felt too natural, like a sudden realization that you've learned to walk a long time ago as you find yourself travelling on foot on the way back home. Perhaps I did not understand before, that's why it was hazy. But now, very clearly, I could see the truth for the first time.
And I don't want to do anything about it.
He slowly removed my garments to reveal my bare breasts in front of him. Almost like a baby, he licked and sucked on my nipples as his hands continue to fondle my breasts. I was beginning to feel more and more aroused as I found myself letting out soft moans.
Then, I feel his fingers trace down from my abdomen to in-between my hips.
That place…!? I quivered as I was shocked by the feeling of his rough fingers over my privates. Arwen stopped immediately as I remained still while closing my eyes. I could sense that he was looking at me, making sure that I was still unconscious and unaware of what he was doing.
Of course, I understand his predicament. If I were to wake up and realise that my brother was molesting me, he would not be able to forgive himself or look me in the eye ever again. What would our father say? What would the maids and the other knights think if this secret were to come out? What of the scandal it would stir among the citizens? He needed to be careful, otherwise, the normality of our day-to-day life could immediately come to an abrupt close.
Maybe this was why it felt so pleasurable? The excitement of the possibility of getting caught, the taboo of lusting after someone you're related to by blood, and the dark secret of a midnight rendezvous that must never see the light of day. It was a secret… a naughty, deplorable secret that must never be known by anyone else than himself.
"Theresia…" he calls to me once again, his fingers now slipping inside my undergarment. The way Arwen calls out to me in such a caring voice is reminiscent of when he used to caress my hair to help me fall asleep. Now, it's been twisted to such an extent that aside from his voice calling out to comfort me, it calls out to me with a desire to taste my body.
Arwen begins to unravel my undergarment, opening up my thighs gently as to not wake me up. He pressed his face at the middle, his breath now cooler compared to the heat in front of him. I was inching closer to climax, my privates twitching at his relentless touch. I felt something warm and wet brush against the outer parts as I do my best to suppress my moans.
His tongue. I thought to myself.
Arwen's tongue. His soft and delightful kisses that stole my first kiss is now going to steal my first kiss down there too. Slowly inserting it inside, my privates squeezes itself in delight and pleasure. Arwen continues to lick and suck all of the juices flowing out from it, I could faintly hear his mouth savouring the taste as if it were as sweet as honey.
My thoughts and my heart began to race as he continues to explore my inner and outer parts. I could feel myself growing dumb as my mind melts into nothing but goo in the face of such overwhelming pleasure.
"Hnngghh-!" I stop myself from moaning further as my legs slowly began to twitch. Arwen immediately hops back, determined that I was about to wake up following the climax. I stop once more, going limp on the bed with my eyes still closed but with my breathing now flustered more than ever.
"… did she… cum?" Arwen whispers, asking himself as he drew his face closer to inspect my face. I attempt to relax myself, making sure to act as naturally as possible.
I'm still asleep. I'm still asleep. I repeat to myself as my body sinks back down onto the soft bed, sweat accumulating throughout my body which drenched the spot where I lay.
I'm still asleep, so please… keep going?
Arwen places himself on top of me. He caresses my cheek with his hand before drawing his face close once again for a kiss.
I feel ecstasy whenever he presses his lips against mine. I feel intense pleasure whenever his tongue rolls up against mine with an exchange of saliva. I feel refreshed whenever he calls out my name.
"I've already gone too far with this…" he whispers, once more to himself. "My little sister… it's unforgivable. I'm sorry… I know I shouldn't be doing something like this."
Something presses up against my privates. This time, it wasn't his tongue nor his fingers. Something hot and rounded is poking against the entrance.
"It won't hurt if you're already this wet so…" Arwen moves his head close to my ear, "… if you don't want this, Theresia… please wake up right now and stop me."
Ahn… My own brother is about to violate me.
You need to wake up, now!
Ahh~, he's about to put his thing inside of me… he's going to dominate me with his cock~
There's no going back from this, you need to stop him now!
Is it going to feel even better than what he's already doing? I wanna know… so badly~
Waves of clashing thoughts envelop my brain as my consciousness is thrown into disarray. My heart begins to race even faster as this choice is now presented to me. His thing down there is about to take something precious to me. Something that should only be reserved for the man I'll marry and love for the rest of my life. Something that my own brother should not take, no matter what.
His member pushes closer, I could feel the pressure. A bit more and Arwen would be all the way inside of me.
I could still stop this. I could still wake up.
But I don't want to. I want him to violate me. I want Arwen to push deep into me and make me feel good. I want to mate with him, my own brother, my own blood.
"I love you, Theresia." Arwen says as he thrusts deep into my vagina. The tip of his cock rips through my hymen as a mixture of pain and ecstasy began to enter my mind.
"Hnnggh-GAH!" I moan as pleasure once again takes over my body. My hands reached out to grab Arwen by instinct as my fingernails dug deep into his skin. The pleasure of submitting to your dark desires invade my mind as my eyes shoot open to meet with Arwen's.
He stops.
"Theresia… I… knew you were awake." His face was deeply saddened, with the feeling of guilt emanating from his expression.
"I'm sorry… Theresia." He says with a soft voice as he began to withdraw his member outside, "… I promise you I'll never do this again—"
"No!" I shout almost instinctively as I pulled him closer with my arms. Tears begin to fall from my eyes as I looked at my brother, the person who loved and cared for me the most.
"Arwen… Brother… I'm…" I stumble with my words as I close my eyes, heart still beating loudly. I slowly fall and sink down onto the bed, putting my arms up to reveal my whole body to Arwen, covering half of my eyes with my forearms.
"I'm not awake… so…" I opened up my hips wider to receive Arwen's member more deeply. I could hear Arwen's breathing begin to grow faster.
"… keep going?"
Almost instantly, as if fuelled by my consent, Arwen began thrusting much faster and wilder than what he was doing before.
"Ahhh! Ahhh!" I began to moan louder as he pounds his cock into me more and more. I could feel him scraping and hitting every inch of my vagina up to the entrance of my womb.
"Ahh! Big brother~ Oh, Arwen! It feels so… hnnggh!" My fingernails dig down onto his back, I could feel his muscles throbbing as he continues to pound my pussy.
"Theresia! Theresia!" Arwen calls out to me, frantically. My eyes open to see my brother's face, incredibly flustered and turned on from using his own sister's body. I pull him closer and lock my lips onto his, now savouring the mouth that brought me intense pleasure from earlier.
"Ahh! Ahh! Yes!" I moaned out loud as my brain began to memorise the shape of Arwen's cock gouging out my insides. I felt as though something deep inside of me begin to descend after being coerced by my brother's merciless pounding. I could feel the tip of his cock sticking onto something tight. My cervix? Is my womb descending to meet his cock?
After what seemed to be ages of intense copulation, I could feel Arwen's dick swell from deep within me. As a woman, almost as if instinctively, I knew he was about to cum soon. I thought of something dark yet incredibly pleasurable that I simply cannot ignore.
I want it inside of me. I wanna know how it feels. I want Arwen to fill me up to the brim.
"Brother… I want you to remember that you… must not cum inside of me…" I say, seductively in a devilish manner as I try to suppress a grin from forming on my face as I looked onto his. My pleasured face said the opposite of what my mouth was saying. Arwen's eyes widen as he becomes torn between either pulling out or staying inside, a tortured expression washing over him as he is now forced to choose which he should follow: his reason or his desire?
"You mustn't, dear brother… remember, I'm your sister. You must not cum inside of me, no matter how good it feels. But I can't stop myself… I can't stop you…" My vagina begins to tighten around the root of his cock, begging for him to inseminate me. I slowly begin to nibble on his neck, licking and kissing it playfully as I move my hips on my own.
"I know… ahh… I shouldn't… I'm going to… pull out.. uhhnn… Theresia… stop…!"
Locking my legs onto him, I playfully lick his ear as I whisper, "… are you? Wouldn't it feel incredibly good to cum deep inside your little sister despite the consequences?"
My suggestions throw Arwen into a state of confusion, he continues pounding even harder as the time to decide grows shorter.
"You've violated me… you took my first kiss… are you going to take responsibility for this, brother?" I began licking my brother's cheek, moving my hips harder as I urge him to make his decision.
"You know… big brother…"
"Ahh… ahh… don't…" Arwen tightens his grip on my wrists, holding me down with his muscular right arm. I lay down defenseless as I shivered in ecstasy, knowing fully well that this may be a grave mistake. I wink at him.
"I don't mind getting pregnant with your baby."
"AHH!" Arwen thrusts his hips down onto mine as I feel something hot begin to fill my insides.
"Ohh! OHH! BROTHER!" I moan out loud as my legs instinctively tighten its lock onto him, I could feel the tip of his cock being milked by my cervix as Arwen's cum began to fill my womb.
It's hot. I felt so disgusting yet painfully aroused at the same time. My brother, inseminating my deepest parts. Guilty pleasure began to wash over my body.
"Ahh… ahhh…" Arwen pants as he falls onto my body. I wrap my arms around to hug him, caressing the back of his head as his member remained inside me.
"I love you, brother." I say, whispering to his ear.
"…"
Arwen looks over at my face as he drew his head close once again to kiss me.
"Mmm… aren't you going to pull out? It might be dangerous if I kept your cum inside of me for too long." I say, laughing nervously. I began to grow worried that Arwen's semen might actually get me pregnant. After all, I could feel it on my abdomen that tonight is the night when I am most fertile.
Maybe I can still wash it away? Only now does the fear of the consequences begin to shake my very soul as I try to move away from Arwen until…
"I've decided, Theresia. I'm going to take responsibility for what I've done to you… that's why… I—"
Arwen's penis grows large inside of me once more. A surprised moan leaves my mouth as my eyes widen at Arwen. It's over… I can't escape… I can't stop this anymore as I give him a look of disbelief mixed with joy and despair. A taboo realised.
"I love you too, Theresia."
Raising my legs up, Arwen thrusts and presses against me once more as he catches me off guard. I began to moan even louder and louder as his dick moves in and out of my wet and sloppy vagina. At this point, I didn't care if anyone else were to hear us fucking like animals in heat, I didn't care if our father were to walk in and see us like this. The only thing I cared about was being loved by my brother in the most sensual and roughest way possible that only couples would be able to do.
He's really going to breed me. A determined look on his face, a look that I'm very well aware of that nothing can stop him once he decides on doing what he wants.
Arwen is intent on getting me pregnant with his child. Even though we're siblings, even though we're related by blood. His love that I can feel was stronger than any truth. He's going to claim me as his mate!
"Ahh! Ahh! Brother! Yes! Right there! Right— ahn!"
Arwen pushes down on my hips as he begins to press his cock even deeper onto my privates. A true mating press, a selfish act of lust that a man does so that their mate could not escape no matter how hard they struggle.
"Ahh! Brother, no! This is no good! If you keep thrusting into me this deeply… if your cum goes into my womb this deeply-!"
In and out, his penis continues its assault against my defenseless pussy. I could feel the tip ramming against my cervix, almost like he was prying it open to make sure I was properly inseminated.
"We'll make a baby! Arwen, I'm going to fall for you if you keep going this hard! I'm going to fall in love with you dick~!"
But I've already fallen. I've already be dominated by none other than my own brother. I've already surrendered to his cock~
Arwen plunges his lips onto mine once against to stifle my moans. An unfair and selfish kiss that rendered me silent and submissive to his actions, to prevent me from reminding him of the consequences that his actions were about to lead to.
"Mmm~!!!"
Arwen's cock explodes inside of me. I could feel him pouring his seeds deep inside of me as he presses much further with the fullest intent of getting me pregnant. I could only melt away in the pleasures of being a woman, of being dominated and bred like a bitch in heat.
Ahhh… I could feel it. His semen finding its way into my deepest parts. A very special place that should be reserved for the future husband that I was meant to love is now tainted by my own brother's sperm as they began to attack my egg. A place that my brother is not allowed to be in.
I could feel it. A shock runs throughout my body as I felt my womb begin to throb. Perhaps this indicated that Arwen succeeded in breeding me? His own little sister? Maybe it was because of our lineage, of having the same aspect of rabbits in heat?
There was no doubt about it. Within a few months, new life is about to spring forth from within me. A product of me and my brother's desire for each other.
As he continues to cum inside of me, I hold him in my arms once more as our sweat began to mingle and intertwine with one another. I could feel Arwen getting harder again as my vagina moistens in response to the heat. Our bodies became one as we melted in pleasure in the darkness, where our warm bodies collided and hid away from the rest of the world.