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Just because you love your family, doesn’t mean you have to like them. That's what Aurora thought. She isn’t even sure if she loves her step-brother, that’s how much she doesn’t like him. She doesn’t like his personality, the fact that he never took anything seriously, always joking around. Immature she considered him.
Being a few years older than her, Aurora was relieved when Isaac went off to college. Though he was still in the same city, he moved out of the house and into a dorm. He was sent on a football scholarship, unsurprising to Aurora. It wasn’t as if he could get in with only his brains.
Both their parents are doctors and make good money. Aurora has always been spoiled, even before her mother married Isaac’s dad. When Aurora graduated high school, she wasn’t in a hurry to move out of their family’s large, mansion-esque home, and her parents weren’t eager to kick her out. Aurora figured she would get around to college when she was ready, a fact Isaac loved to tease her about whenever he came home to visit.
“You haven’t even bothered to apply for college, and you call me stupid,” he would point out. Aurora would just flip him off behind her mother’s back, and all he did was laugh.
A year after graduating, Aurora is still jobless, unworried, and carefree. Her only problem is Isaac coming home for the summer. He didn’t want to bother spending money on a dorm if he wasn’t to be in school for a few months, though he could certainly afford it with their parents help. Aurora is suspicious that he is only doing it to bother her.
One too-warm morning in late May, Aurora eats breakfast and lounges around the house alone, eventually slipping into a triangle bikini and laying by the pool. Like every other wealthy girl, Aurora naturally possesses a fantastic body. It was tanning nicely already this year, her long blonde hair tucked behind her ears that supported large sunglasses.
With her music playing, she turns to her stomach and unties her top, letting her back tan without lines. She hears the sliding door and turns her head.
“Ugh. I thought you weren’t showing up until next week,” Aurora groans, seeing her brother standing in the doorway.
“I knew you missed me so I came home early.” Aurora rolls her eyes at his white smile, though he can’t see behind the tinted glasses. “When do mom and dad get home?” he asks.
“This afternoon. They’re on the same shift.”
“You need help with your sunscreen?” he nods, and she remembers that her top is untied, and if she moves, he’ll get an eyeful of her breasts.
“Fuck you, go away,” she snaps and he laughs, going inside and shutting the door. Aurora avoids Isaac the rest of the day, though she’s forced to see him at dinner. She showers off the pool and dresses in a loose shirt and tiny shorts before coming downstairs. Their parents brought home food from a four-star restaurant, and as her mom is dishing up plates, she asks Aurora how wonderful it is that Isaac’s home early.
“Oh yeah, it’s great. All the food will be gone and his friends will start living here.”
“Well you know, if you actually moved out, you wouldn’t have to see me.”
“And if you were any good at football maybe a good college would recruit you.”
“At least I had the balls to go to college.”
“That’s enough,” dad interjects with a firm tone. Aurora glares at Isaac, and he smirks in return.
After dinner, Aurora hides away in her room again, emerging late in the evening for a snack. On her way to the kitchen, the door to the bathroom is open, steam billowing from between the crack. Her parent’s live on the other side of the house, and they’re likely already asleep. She doesn’t know what makes her look, perhaps just human curiosity. Aurora pauses in the doorway, and her eyes widen at the sight. The bathroom in the hall has the best shower, large with multiple spraying heads surrounded by distorted glass.
Though she can’t see every detail, Aurora can make out Isaac’s silhouette, and she bites her lip before thinking about it. Isaac has to be hard. There’s no way he’s that large just hanging there. She is entranced as his hands run through his hair, the shape of his large body beginning to heat her own. When he turns and the outline of his cock is gone, she shakes her head and runs downstairs, disgusted with herself.
Did she really just check out her brother in the shower? Sick from the thought, she’s no longer hungry, grabbing a bottle of water and tiptoeing back to her room. At the top of the stairs she can hear that the water’s been turned off, and when she passes by the door -determined not to look- Isaac steps out and nearly bumps into her.
“Sorry,” he says, towel tied around his waist. Has he gotten taller? His arms seem thicker, his shoulders more broad, stomach hard and toned, dark hair still wet.
“Watch where you’re going,” Aurora complains, dodging his suddenly overwhelming body.
“Sorry your highness,” he retorts with sarcasm. He wonders why she’s always such a bitch to him, but can’t help watching her ass as she walks down the hall.
Isaac remembers the moment he realized Aurora was turning into a woman. She was sixteen, and wearing hardly anything after coming back from her friends house. Her ass was getting rounder, hips more prominent, breasts filling bigger cups. She is just as perky three years later, and Isaac shakes his own head when Aurora disappears to her room.
He knows he shouldn’t be attracted to her, but she’s not his real sister after all. There’s nothing wrong with looking. When he’s settled back in his room that’s decorated the same as before he went to college, he thinks about her while he rubs one out, knowing how wrong that is, though it wouldn’t be the first time.
After cumming to the thought of bending over his step-sister, Isaac can’t sleep, so he gets up. Not sure where he’s going, he steps out of his room and sees a light under Aurora’s door. Curious, he walks toward it. He thinks about knocking, knowing she’ll be irritated, but wants to get another look at her in those little shorts. Fist hovering, he stops when he hears her moan.
Pressing his ear to the door, Isaac listens harder. Aurora is masturbating. Whimpering and moaning. Isaac strains to hear her noises, wondering what she’s using, what she looks like right now. If she’s on her back with her fingers on her clit, if she’s straddling one of her pink stuffed animals and humping it, if there’s a toy in her hand and it’s inside her, stroking her g-spot. Fuck, he would kill to see her servicing herself right now. Though he just got off to the thought of her, he is hard again, listening to his sister.
He wonders what she’s thinking about, and not a second later, he hears her moan his name. He is 99.9% sure that she just said ‘Isaac’, and he gets impossibly harder. Could Aurora really be thinking about him while she plays with herself? Too stunned to react, he hears her get louder, and he can tell that she’s cumming.
That 0.01% that he isn’t sure about gives him enough doubt to walk back to his room and avoid being caught. What if she didn’t say his name? He could have imagined it. But part of him knows he’s not crazy. He saw the way she looked at him when he was in nothing but a towel. With too many questions, he decides to let it go. It’s not like he’s going to fuck his step-sister.
*
The days pass into June, and Isaac still can’t stop thinking about what he heard. Every time he looks at Aurora, he is more horny than normal, though she is more irritated than normal. He could swear she keeps stealing glances of him too, but her attitude is worse, and he’s beginning to think he didn’t hear what he thought he did. She fucking hates him, why would she think about him that way?
They stay away from each other, spending time with their friends, in and out of the house. A week later when their parents are on a night shift, Aurora and Isaac are home alone, eating dinner but not together, trading insults as they walk around each other in the kitchen. When she’s done, Aurora goes to sit in the living room, watching the huge television and tapping the screen on her expensive phone. Her long, light blonde hair is in waves, her usual tanktop and shorts ensemble showing off her every curve.
Isaac walks in and sits on the adjacent couch, earning a glare from Aurora. They silently sit, the noise from the t.v. somehow not stifling the quiet. Isaac wonders if he’s just imagining the tension between them. He’s certain he isn’t. Aurora is constantly shifting in her spot, occasionally glancing at him, and he is just as aware of her.
He doesn’t think she truly hates him. Why, then, does she constantly give him a hard time? Compelled by curious lust, Isaac decides to test his theory; his assumption that she is attracted to him lately and it’s pissing her off. If he’s wrong, this will be extremely awkward. But something is telling him to try. Aurora may still be acting like a stuck-up bitch, but she has definitely been looking at him differently. Isaac wants to know why.
Getting up from the couch, he walks with confidence to where Aurora is, and sits beside her, a couple feet away. He keeps his eyes on the screen, unaware of what he’s actually watching, seeing her quirk an eyebrow in his peripheral.
“What are you doing?” she asks irritably. He glances at her, purposefully clueless.
“Just getting a better view of the t.v.”
“… Since when do you like competition cooking shows?”
“Since when do you?” he fires back, knowing she hasn’t paid a lick of attention to it for the last twenty minutes. She shuts her mouth and turns her head, not bothering to answer him. The seconds tick slowly as if they were minutes, and the longer they sit in such proximity, the more Aurora fidgets. Glancing at her phone, the t.v., running her hand through her hair. Isaac is amused. He knows she’s uncomfortable, wondering why she hasn’t gotten up to leave yet.
She wonders the same thing. Why is he sitting so close to her? He doesn’t look like he’s interested in the show, eyes trained on one spot. His large chest moves with his deep breaths, and she can feel the heat of him from here. Does she like it? She can’t decide. Her skin feels prickly, her nerves sparking with anxiousness. Something is keeping her in this spot.
Isaac inhales deeply, stretching his arm over the back of the couch, hand resting beside her shoulder. Her heart jumps, skin warming from the inside. She glances at him, and he glances back. He isn’t smiling, but he doesn’t look mad. She knows she should have a more disgusted look on her own face, but instead, she can feel the innocence in her features.
A tiny smile works the end of Isaac’s lips.
“I’m going to bed. Goodnight,” he says, reaching over to touch her cheek, then walking off to head up the stairs. Aurora just stares blankly across the room, skin tingling where he touched her.
Isaac’s assumption is confirmed when he gets to the second floor without hearing so much as a peep from Aurora. Any old day of the week, she probably would have slapped him for sitting so close to her, let alone touching her. Now that he knows she’s attracted to him, he’s not going to make the first move. He will wait for her to initiate what she wants. Nothing would make him happier than seeing his condescending little sister beg for attention from him.
*
Whenever Isaac is in a room first and Aurora walks in, she immediately trains her attention elsewhere. She is curt with him like always, barely speaking to him unless it’s to complain, but her heart isn’t as in it as before. He can tell. She may be avoiding him on a certain level, but she doesn’t try to get away from him as quickly anymore.
Their parents also notice she isn’t as contentious toward Isaac, but they don’t question it. They’re just happy they’re getting along for the moment.
Isaac is still his easy-going self, and the more he smiles at Aurora, the less annoyed she seems. But that’s all he gives her. He’ll stand close to her, greet her, eat beside her at dinner when their parents are home, essentially treating her just as he did before. Whenever Aurora has friends over, Isaac pays them more attention, and he knows it drives her crazy. One day he reached over and touched Shelby on the face, just like he did to her that night on the couch, and he could tell Aurora was jealous when she grabbed Shelby’s arm and declared they were going to her room.
They both keep up the charade for a few weeks, and one night after their parents head to bed, Aurora goes to the bathroom to take a shower. Isaac has tried to wait for her to cave in first, but he has the feeling it will have to be him. Aurora is far too proud to put herself out there like that. She doesn’t do that with any guy, why would she do it with him?
So a couple minutes after she shuts the door, Isaac knocks, wearing nothing but pajama pants, towel draped over his bare shoulder. Aurora answers, a towel wrapped around her own naked body, hair up in a bun.
“What?” she says, trying to portray the false attitude she’s always had toward him.
“I wanted to shower,” he says.
“Well you’ll have to wait until I’m done.”
“There won’t be any hot water when you’re done.”
“You’ll get over it.” She tries to shut the door, but Isaac slips inside first.
“I don’t see you using it,” he jests, setting his towel on the rack.
“Isaac, get out.”
“Fight me for it,” he dares, reaching past the sliding door and turning on the knob for hot water. The spray starts, Aurora glaring at him.
“This isn’t funny.”
“Then get in with me,” he says boldly, and Aurora pauses. Isaac walks to her, and her heart starts racing. What is he doing?
“It’s just a shower,” he says in a low voice, reaching over to shut the door. Alone with Isaac in the bathroom, Aurora wonders what the hell she’s doing. Why she hasn’t already slapped him for his ludicrous offer. She’d be lying to herself if she said she didn’t think about stuff like this, but thinking and doing are two totally different things.
Her mind racing, Isaac pulls the string on his cotton pants and lets them drop, stepping out of them. Trying to keep her wide eyes trained on his top half, Aurora stays rooted to the floor, unmoving.
“You can leave, you know,” Isaac says, looking down at her with hooded eyes, his tone conveying he knows she won't. And she doesn’t. Aurora stares up at him, and after a moment, Isaac reaches up and pulls off her towel. The fluffy fabric drops in ripples to the floor, her beautiful naked body on display, though he doesn’t look yet. He maintains eye contact with her, grabbing her hand and pulling her along. She follows.
They each stand under a showerhead, washing their hair and bodies. They steal glances of each other, letting the tension build. Isaac grins at her, and though she doesn’t return it, she doesn’t look angry, or put-off, or uncomfortable. She’s more curious than anything, cautious, wondering if this is really happening. She didn’t know he thought about her this way.
When he offers to wash her back, she silently hands him her pink body sponge, and he steps up close behind her. He runs his hand over the ball of her shoulder, the other moving the soap around her skin, watching her lips part. When he’s finished, he glides the loofah around her waist and up between her breasts.
“Here you go,” he says, and she takes it, mutely disappointed when he steps away to rinse himself off.
They get out and dry off, Aurora quiet, Isaac curious what she’s thinking. She’s never this quiet. When they part ways to their rooms, he slips on his boxers and gets into bed, pondering what his next move will be. She looked fucking delicious just now, but still hesitant. He won’t touch her unless he knows that’s what she really wants.
As he considers this, there’s a faint knock on his door. He sits up and calls out to enter. Aurora steps inside, shutting the door at her back. Her gorgeous curves are clad in a tank top and tiny shorts. She’s not wearing a bra.
“Can I lay with you?” she says in a quiet voice, and even though it’s dark, Isaac can tell she is blushing. Looks like she’s capable of making moves after all. He pulls back the covers, raises his hand, and curls his finger for her to join him.
She climbs in beside him. He isn’t afraid to pull her close, spooning behind her, his arm around her waist.
“What, did you watch too many scary movies?” he teases her.
“Shut up,” she says smiling, pushing her ass against his dick. Her warm body pressed up to his, he starts to get hard. Aurora can feel it, though she doesn’t say anything. Isaac traces his fingertips along her arm and waist. When she clearly pushes her ass into him again, his mouth find her shoulder.
“I was wondering how long it would take you,” he mumbles, lips on her skin.
“To what?” she asks, already knowing the answer.
“To come tell me what you want.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she says, stretching out her neck for his access.
“So you don’t want this?” Isaac asks, moving his hand down her stomach, between her thighs. He presses on her hot, thinly covered pussy, and her breath catches. He starts rubbing her, feeling her through the panties. Aurora begins writhing, breathing hard beside him.
“You do want it,” he states with satisfaction. He keeps up his motion, listening to her noises. Then he pulls his hand away. Aurora exhales displeasure, turning her head to face him, wondering why he stopped.
“Did you like that?” he asks, and she bites her lip. “If you want me to keep going, I want to hear you say it.” Isaac’s never seen her so speechless before. “Come on Aurora, it’s just you and I. If you want something, I want you to tell me. Don’t be shy with me. I’m your big brother,” he says, and he can hear her pulse pound in response.
In that moment, Aurora lets go. Releases all her inhibitions and questions and cautions.
“I want your hand again, Isaac,” she says in her usual spoiled, demanding voice, and he immediately complies. He rubs her hard, pushing aside her tiny shorts, feeling her wetness. He pushes two fingers into her, his mouth on her neck, and when he strokes her g-spot, she moans.
“Quiet baby,” he whispers, and she moans again. Isaac strips Aurora out of her clothes, getting rid of his own boxers, his hand resuming its work.
“Tell me what else you want,” he says, breathing hard. He is so fucking excited to please her. Not that she deserves it, the entitled brat. But it isn’t just her who’s getting her way. Isaac is getting exactly what he wants, too.
“Lick my pussy. I know you want to,” she says, and he can’t get between her legs fast enough. Head between her thighs, his warm tongue gently tastes his sister’s intimate slit for the first time, and she mewls with pleasure, fisting his hair to keep him there. As if he would leave. She tastes fucking amazing, like salt and strawberries.
He licks her delicately as first, teasing her until her hips lift, searching for more of his mouth. Isaac gives in, eating her hungrily, licking and sucking on her sensitive, beautiful pink cunt. She is perfect in every way, right down to the size of her inner lips, her naturally sparse hair shaved into a careful triangle above her pussy. Isaac fingers her simultaneously, and right when she’s about to cum, he stops.
“What are you doing?” she demands.
“The first time I make you cum, it’s going to be on my dick,” he says, moving up to press himself against her tight hole. “Please tell me you’re on birth control, I really don’t want to wrap my cock right now,” he says, practically pushing his head inside her already.
“I am,” she nods, hands in his hair. “Please, I need to cum,” she begs, and he eagerly pushes into her. They both groan when the head forces past her resistance.
“Fuck, you’re big,” Aurora says, and Isaac smiles. After she saw his full size in the shower, she knew she had to have it.
“You better take all of it,” he says, pushing deeper into her. She moans aloud, Isaac burying his face in her neck. “You have to be quiet, sweetheart.” She bites her lip, trying. It’s hard. She’s never been this stretched out before. The small handful of guys she’s been with obviously weren’t as endowed as she once thought.
Isaac moves in and out of her, her tightness squeezing him on every thrust, clinging to him on every pull.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groans appreciatively. After a few minutes, he’s easily sliding in and out of her, giving her every inch he has. Every time he pushes deeply, she whimpers, and he loves it, her womb trying to keep him out, his cock trying to force its way in. He fucks her with a steady rhythm, staying buried in her on his last thrust, humping hard into her. She loves it, her hips meeting his, eager for his friction.
“Oh fuck, Isaac,” she purrs, and his cock throbs.
“Mmm, say my name again baby sister,” he encourages, and she does, manicured nails on his back. They fuck each other with equal fervor, moving together, no barrier between them. His bare cock moves in and out of her bare pussy, her arousal making his cock warm and wet, every nerve being touched.
“You’re gonna make me cum, Isaac,” she warns.
“Cum baby. I know you’ve wanted to cum on this cock for weeks. You don’t have to wait anymore.” His words push her over the edge. Aurora starts moaning aloud, so Isaac puts his hand over her mouth, humping her into the bed, feeling her pussy clench around him. He works her until she’s done, and even then, he doesn’t stop slowing thrusting inside her.
“F-f-fuck,” she whispers, shivering with sensitivity. After her climax, she suddenly gains perspective on what they’re doing. “Oh my god, Isaac, we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“No we shouldn’t,” he agrees, still pumping into her.
“You’re my brother,” she says innocently, and his cock throbs.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks without slowing down. She doesn’t answer right away, and when she does, all she says is ‘fuck’. “I’m gonna keep fucking you until you tell me to stop,” he says, hoping she doesn’t. His fat cock inside his beautiful little sister is too fucking arousing to interrupt.
Her brother buried inside her is wrong and she knows it, but it feels so good, she couldn’t bear it if he pulls out now. She asks him to fuck her harder, and that’s exactly what he does.
They spend hours together in Isaac’s bed. After she stops writhing from her second orgasm, he bends her over and cums deep inside her, but isn’t ready to be finished yet. He quickly rebounds, getting hard again at just the sight of his little sis, every bit the animal in bed he knew she would be with him. He sticks himself into her again, already missing the feeling of her taboo pussy around him. She’s the sweetest forbidden fruit he’s ever had. He knows he shouldn’t be fucking his step-sister, but there’sTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.
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