David W Brodosi is working as the Associate Director at the University of South Florida.

Category: Incest/Taboo

“Tell Me a Dirty Story”

I really missed Angela. Ever since she had gotten ‘all grown up’ (meaning ‘turned 18’) and moved into her own place, I hadn’t seen her nearly as often as I used to. We were only one year apart and had grown up in a very close-knit family. We really were best friends. I was home alone on a Saturday night; I was bored. I hadn’t talked to Angie in a few weeks, so I decided to give her a try and see if she was home. Doubtful on a Saturday night, that a girl as pretty as my little sister Angie would be home alone, but I’d still give it a try. Angie was a real cutie; 5’8, long legs, long curly dark-brown hair, probably 36-C breasts; a real high school knock-out. But she was a ‘good girl’, with a reputation as such. Maybe even still a virgin…If there was one thing about Angie that she’d never shared with me, it was her sexual side; we’d just never spoken to each other about such things. I figured either she had nothing to talk about, or, if she were actually sexually active, was just a very private person. That was OK with me.

I, on the other hand, was a complete dog. I grew up with a rich hidden fantasy life that included Angie, to my everlasting shame; after all, she was a very pretty girl and I had lived in the same house with this sweetie for my entire life. Growing up a red blooded teenager, I took a guilty sneak-peek at Angela every so often; but now that she had moved into her own place, chances of that were gone. Oh, well…I’d call to check in and say hi.

She was home! We chatted. She asked me about my recent break-up. We reminisced about past relationships for a little while. My last girlfriend had a reputation for being…a ‘not-so-good’ girl; Angela had actually walked in on us once downstairs at our parent’s place last year. She was giving me a handjob; Angie didn’t ‘see anything’, but she was still stunned. She referred to it as ‘that time…’

‘Hey, come on…it’s totally natural, right? You know what I mean, you and Harry, you guys must’ve …I mean…’

She chuckled. ‘Well…I guess so.’ So! She did have some experience! ‘But the time we were at the summer house…That was something else.’

I was intrigued. ‘What do you mean “something else”? Out with it!’

She paused a minute. ‘Just take my word for it. Beleive me Alex, I’m no slut, but I’ve a bit of experience…I just turned 18 years old, remember!’

Well, well…perhaps I’d misjudged my goodie-goodie sister. I was intrigued, to say the least. I had to hear more! ‘No way, Angela. You have to tell me what you meant by that! It’s so not fair to leave me hanging like that! Tell me! Come on! It’s just me! Your brother!’ Angela paused again. She was thinking it over.

‘Oh, all right. Me and Harry, when we were together at the summer house last year…we…did it in the backyard on the grass. There, I said it.’

‘Were Mom and Dad there? Was it daytime? Jeez, right in the backyard…’ Well, she wasn’t a virgin after all. I visualized Angela and Harry fucking in the midday sun in our summer house’s back yard. Man, I wish I would have caught sight of that by accident, Angela was so hot; but last year I hadn’t even gone to the house at all. I had a girlfriend last year and I vacationed with her and her family. Not this year, though. I was single. And horny, of course. The mental image of my sexy young sister screwing on the grass involuntarily started my cock buzzing. Guess the ‘nice girl’ was actually a little naughty…

We were enjoying ribbing each other. Angela sounded playfully annoyed. ‘See? You men…it’s all you can think about! I give you one sentence, and…’

‘Oh, come on, Angie! Sounds like you may have thought about it a little last summer, too, right? It’s only natural! You women are just as horny as us; we men just aren’t afraid to talk about it like you women are!’

‘I am not ‘afraid’ to talk about it! Not one bit!’ Angela argued.

’Ahh…OK, but you are willing to admit that women are just as horny as men? Hm?’

‘Well, I guess, maybe…Yeah. Yeah, we probably are. We just aren’t as vulgar and direct about it as you are. That’s how I see the difference. Jeez…all of a sudden I’m talking about sex with my brother! How’d we get here?’

My dick was slowly getting harder. ‘You’re the one who mentioned last year at the summer house! You started it! But since you’re not afraid to talk about it, tell me the story!’ Would she actually tell me?

She snorted. ‘I can’t tell…Why do you want to hear this?’ She paused, thinking hard. ‘OK. Me and Harry had just gotten back from the beach. We showered together, but we didn’t…fool around or anything. He wanted to, but I wasn’t sure when Mom and Dad would get back. So anyway, we just showered…and…’ She paused again. I was fully hard now; imagining my sister Angela in the shower with big, burly Harry, soaking wet, trying not to get too carried away…

‘Yeah…go on…’

‘Um, well he…his…penis was…hard throughout the shower and he kept saying he couldn’t help it, he was excited…I shouldn’t be telling this to you…You better not repeat this, Alex! I’m trusting you!’

God, this was great! ‘Don’t worry! I’m cool! Go on!’ My cock was painfully hard as I listened to Angela’s clumsy story. I thought it might feel better if I opened up the front of my pants…I reached down and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans. Ahhh…better…
‘OK…So we showered and he was hard and…we finished up but…I…I mean…I wanted him, too, you know? I wanted…’

Part of me still couldn’t get over the fact that Angie had a sex life; let alone was talking to me about it! I needed more. ‘You were horny. You wanted to have sex. Just say it, Angie! Relax!’

‘Yes. I wanted sex, too. But like I said, we knew we couldn’t, so we finished up and went out onto the back deck to sit in the sun together. But Harry’s cock…um…penis…’ She giggled. ‘It was still really hard and you could see it from a mile away…’

I laughed and as Angela continued, I could hear the smile in her voice. ‘If Mom and Dad came home and saw the front of Harry’s shorts…I mean, you know…So I was worried. We needed to do something about it, right?’ I listened intently, stroking my erection through the breifs I wore. ‘So we went behind the upper part of the deck, on the grass, so we’d be out of anyone’s sight if they came home. And I…took care of it.’

Oh, man…’Took care of it? What do you mean?’ I caught myself raising my voice and willed my self to calm down. I didn’t want Angela to stop, as I was now jerking off as she spoke. Her stopping the story there just wouldn’t do.

‘You know perfectly well what I mean; I’m not afraid to talk about sex but I’m not going into the microscopic deatils with you!’ She sounded pissed, but I could also hear a playfulness in her voice; as if maybe she wanted to tell me more but she needed to be pushed. So I did.

‘Aw, there’s alot of things that could mean…’ I sighed heavily. ‘Wow, for a minute there, I really thought you were comfortable with sex, but I guess not…’

‘I gave him head, OK? How’s that? I can talk about it! I can say it!’ I was really going at it now, visualizing Angela sucking Harry’s big dick. Then:

‘Hey, what are you doing?’ Shit, she must be able to hear me breathing heavy or something…I stopped beating my meat and tried to sound annoyed.

‘What? What do you mean? I’m not doing anything. Go ahead. Continue.’

She paused, listening…’Well…OK. That’s sort of it. I gave him head; and thennnnn, you know, his penis went back to normal.’
‘Sort of it? Nothing else happened? Doesn’t sound like “really something” to me…’ I was trying to stroke my dick as quietly as I could, breathing as quietly as I could as well.

‘Alex…well, um…he did some stuff to me, too…I mean he did the same thing to me as I did to him. When I was done sucking him, Mom still wasn’t home yet and I was…horny and it was really nice out in the sun, on the grass…’

I was working my cock feverishly now. I had to hear more. ‘What did he do to you?’ I asked, trying not to sound too worked up. I guess I failed.

‘I told you, he…Alex! What the hell are you doing over there!? Are you sure you’re…’ Then she stopped and listened for a moment. Before I could answer, she continued. ‘He went down on me, you know…I just pulled my bikini bottoms over a little and he licked me. How’s that? Is that enough, Alex? Or do you want to hear more?’

‘Um, more…’ Damn, I could hear the tremble in my voice as I said it. Did she know?

‘OK…He licked me…He licked my cunt until I came.’

Man. Hearing my usually prim-and-proper little sister Angela say ‘cunt’ really sent me into overdrive. I swallowed hard. ‘He licked your what?’

‘My cunt, Alex. My pussy. I was so turned on that I asked him to eat me out.’

‘HHHwhat did you say to him?’ I was quickly giving up on trying to sound conversational.

‘Well, I said “Eat me, Harry. Eat my pussy.” And he did. Are you sure you’re not…doing anything, Alex?’ I didn’t even answer this time. There was no point. She knew. If she wanted to, she could stop at any time. But she didn’t. ‘He licked it and put his tongue inside it and everything. It felt sooooo good; he made me come that way alot. I used to give him head alot, too. Sometimes, hhhhhh….when we first started going together, I would suck his cock 2 or 3 times in one day.’ She was trying to get me hot. No doubt about it.

‘Did you like…sucking…mmmmhis cock?’ I asked while panting into the phone.

‘Oh, yes, Alex. I loved blowing Harry…He had such a beautiful, big dick…The biggest one I’d ever seen…Ahhh…I loved to put it in my mouth…hhhhand suck….’ Wait a minute…was Angela’s breathing getting heavier? Was something going on at the other end of the phone, too?

I was near orgasm. I had to come listening to Angela. I was convinced she was playing with herself, too. ‘Did you…hhhever…uh…swallow?’

She laughed, low and sexy. ‘Swallow what Alex? Say it for me. Go on.’ Her voice was intoxicating.

His cum….When you sucked his cock….ohhhh….did he ever cum in your mouth? Ever swallow his ahhh…come?’

‘Mmmm…I did, Alex. I did. I liked the taste of it. I swallowed his cum every time I blew him. And there was so much of it, too…I miss his big fat cock…Oh…that day…I wanted him to fuck me, that afternoon too, but we had no protection…We fucked later that night, though, when Mom and hhhhhh Dad were asleep…Alex, what are you doing right now? Tell me!’

‘Nothing you aren’t doing, too…’ I was seconds from coming onto my belly. I continued. ‘Did he FUCK you hard? Hm? Did he FUCK you HARD, Angela?’ Tell me! TELL ME!’

Her harsh breathing was crystal clear over the phone. She was close. ‘Ohhh…Yes! He FUCKED me so hard…with his big hard COCK and my wet CUNT felt so fucking good and….and…I …ahhhhh…AAAHHHH!!! OH! OH! OOOOoooohhh……’ We came together and I shot a wad of hot white goo onto my stomach and chest.

We lay together, miles apart, and listened to each other catch their breath. There was an unspoken understanding between us; we both knew what we had just done, but we didn’t acknowledge it. I spoke first, unsure of how to handle it. ‘Um…man…well, listen…I haveta go, I’ll, uh, see you when you visit next month…OK? You OK, Angela?’

‘Yeah! Fine! Fine…’ She took a deep breath. ‘I’m glad you called…Um, this is a private conversation, right Al? I mean…’

‘Don’t worry, Angie. I won’t say a word. I promise. I’ll see you soon.’ ‘Bye.’

And we hung up.

Angela called me just a few days after that. She said she had just called to say hello, but the conversation quickly led to our previous phone call. ‘Listen,’ she began, ‘I’m not sure how you’re feeling about that last phone call…I just wanted to ask if you were…um, freaked out, or anything…’

Hmm…’It was pretty wild…I mean, I really don’t feel like we did anything…wrong, really…do you?’ I wasn’t sure. ‘I think…It’s not like we’re…you know what I mean…’ This was pure rationalization, but I didn’t know how Angela felt yet, and I didn’t want her to be upset over it.

‘Yeah, I agree. We were just talking, which is harmless; and ….pleasuring ourselves, which is something most people normally do, I’m assuming…I just don’t want you to think I’m some kind of slut, or something.’

‘I would never think that, Angie!’

‘Good’. She sounded OK about it. What a relief. We had both lost it for a bit; I had desperately hoped it wouldn’t jeopardize the close relationship we’d always had. We decided we were OK with it and that was that.

We small talked a little more. After just a few minutes, Angela seemed a bit…anxious.

‘I was…I was wondering. I…I don’t know how to say this, Al, so I’m just…Um…Would it be OK if I asked you to tell me a …dirty story?’ The last two words came out meekly and were followed by a low girlish giggle. ‘You know, like the one I told you the other day?’ Holy…She was initiating another mutual masturbation session!

Instantly my heart began to pound. My cock stirred in my jeans. ‘Oh…um, sure…Like what?’

‘How about something with you and Tracy?’ she asked. Tracy was the girl I was going with last year. Man, Angela wasn’t beating around the bush with this…’Were was the weirdest place you ever did it?’ she asked.

I thought about it. ‘That’s easy. I guess it was at the Norwich’s Halloween party last October.’

‘OK. Tell me about that’. Man, she was anxious! I imagined her laying on her bed, in her pajamas, relaxed, listening intently.
‘Right. Well. You know how we were really hot for each other all the time…’

‘Yeah.’ Actually, Angela never liked her; she called her a slut on more than one occaision…

‘Um, we were hanging all over each other all night; we’d been drinking, and…one time I had to use the bathroom and Tracy came with me. After I peed, Tracy…she was dressed as a pirate and had a black skirt on, and knee-high boots…’

‘I remember…’

The memory gave me a semi. Angela’s voice, breathless with anticipation did the rest of the job. I was hard as a rock in no time flat. ‘Well, after I finished, she pulled up her skirt, I mean all the way up to her waist…she wasn’t wearing any underwear.’
‘She showed you her…pussy.’

Wow. ‘Yes. She said “Let’s do it, Alex, quick!” but I was way too afraid someone would need to use the bathroom; I went over and started to feel it, instead.’

Angie was getting hot. ‘Feel it? What do you mean?’

‘I mean I put my hand on her pussy and, um, fingered her for a little bit while we made out. I told her I didn’t think we should fuck there. I asked her to wait ’til we got back to her place, but she pushed me down towards her…cunt and I knew what she wanted.’
‘What, Al? What did she want?’

’She wanted me to eat her pussy. So I did. I started–‘

’Was it wet?’ Angela breathlessly asked.

’Um, yes! It was very wet. She was a very horny girl. So I started –’ ‘Did she have a lot of hair there?’

‘Jeez, no, I guess…average…So I started to lick her, and I tried to make her come as quick as I could. After a few minutes, she started to come and someone knocked at the door! She came harder than ever ’cause she was startled. She talked about it for weeks after, how intense an orgasm it was. She loved the thrill of possibly getting caught, I guess.’ I could hear Angela’s breathing; it was getting harsh and short.

‘Did you FUCK her when you left the party?’ Man, she was really turned on already. I struggled to remove my jeans as I continued.
‘Well, not exactly. About a half-hour later, she had to use the bathroom and we went back in. And as she sat on the toilet peeing, she took out my dick and…’

‘She blew you while she was peeing? Oh…OH…Alex…’ Angela was really into it now. I pictured her frantically rubbing her pussy mound through her panties…

‘Yes…and when she finished peeing, she reached down and started fingering her pussy. She was–‘

Angela loudly interrupted. ‘Like I am right now! Ohhhh…Alex, keep talking…make me come…MMMmmmm….’

Sure thing, I thought. ‘So she’s sitting on the toilet, sucking my hard cock, and rubbing her cunt, just after peeing, and it’s just so hot.’

I pulled down my briefs and began jerking off, not bothering to try to hide the sounds of my excitement.
‘Mmmmyeah….keep going?’

‘And I feel myself start to come and I pull out quick. I was liking this ‘little bit at a time’ stuff and wanted to save some for later, you know?

‘Ahhh…Uh-huh…Ahhhhh….Go on….Hmmmm…’

Then I hit her with it. ‘Does it feel good, Angie? Tell me how good it feels.’

She was openly panting. ‘Yeah! Oh, yeah! I have two fingers in my cunt right now; it feels so good…Aaghhh….What are you doing, Alex? Are you jerking off? Got your cock in you hand? Hm? Hmm?’

‘Yeah, I’m beating off, Angie…I wish you were here so you could see me do it…Uh…Yeah…’

‘Ohhh, no, Alex….If I was there right now…I might not be able…OH! to control myself! I might….’

‘What, Angie? Tell me! You might what?’

’I might want to SUCK IT! I might try to SUCK YOUR COCK! OHHHHH!!! UMMMMM!’ ‘I might want you too, Angie! I might want to do things to you, too!’

’OH, Tell me! What? WHAT?’

‘I’d FUCK your hot little CUNT, Angela….Ohhhh..I’m so fucking horny, it wouldn’t matter if you let me or not…I’d stick my fucking COCK into your PUSSY and FUCK YOU, you little SLUT! I’ve ALWAYS wanted to DO YOU!’ I couldn’t believe what I heard myself saying…or what Angela would say next…

‘AGHHH….Alex….I would LOVE it…I used to think bad thoughts…I’d dream of you FUCKING me, growing up! Just taking me and making me do things to you…God, I’ve fantasized about you FUCKING me against my will!! Forcing me…Nnnnnn…My legs are spread so wide for you RIGHT NOW, Alex! You want to FUCK your little baby sister, don’t you? You want to FUCK MY HOT PUSSY! God, it would be so wronnnnggggg…Ohhh…I want your BIG, FAT COCK in me! I…AAAAAHHHHHH!!!OHHHHHHHH!!

We came together. It had happened again. But this time, we had gone even further; and this time, we both entered into it willingly, fully aware of where it was going. And it had gotten a little…extreme, at the end…After a few minutes, we recovered, laughed nervously, and said our good byes.

We called each other alot after that. We did away with the ‘tell me a story’ thing eventually and just got right into talking about what we wanted to do to each other. This confused me a bit, I’ll admit; I wasn’t sure if what I was hearing was really what she wanted, or just hot talk; on the other hand, I wasn’t sure if what I was saying wasn’t really what I wanted. But it was too good to question, neither one of us wanted to ruin the good thing we had going. So we simply went with it. We called each other 8 more times during the next 2 weeks. We were both addicted to playing with ourselves while talking dirty to each other on the phone. I always asked her what she was wearing and eventually asked me what I wanted her to wear. I usually said ‘just bra and panties’, because of that one time a few years back when I had accidentally walked in on her in the bathroom and caught her in her underwear. That image has been forever etched in my mind…I visualized her that way each time we started out. One time she was begging me, practically screaming at me, to come home and fuck her. The intensity if her cries (and my boner) almost had me on my feet, but after she came, no further mention was ever made of her request. We talked like we both wanted it, but neither one of us ever made a move.

Until…I got a package from Angela in the mail. It was rather odd, seeing as I lived about 10 minute’s walking distance away from her. I opened the padded envelope. Panties!! Jeez…2 pair of panties; one red thong and one pair of pink, lacy undies. There was a note in the package as well: ‘For next time—you’ll know what I’m NOT wearing’ and then, instead of a signature, she drew a heart. Man…She sent me her fucking underwear!! Both pairs had a small cotton panel in the front, and I then did what every red-blooded man would do, brother or not—I took a sniff. Ahhhhh…it was heavenly. That deep, pungent aroma was intoxicating. She had definitely wrapped these babies up before they were laundered. I could smell Angela’s pussy on both pair. Was this what she had had in mind? I sat on the edge of my bed for 5 minutes, inhaling the wonderful smell and started to rub my thickening cock through my jeans. I just had to beat off sniffing these trophies; I think I came that time harder than I ever had before.



David W Brodosi is working as the Associate Director at the University of South Florida.

Category: Incest/Taboo

“Tell Me a Dirty Story”

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