Diary of an Incestual Cuckquean
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I remember the first time I watched my brother fuck another woman.
It happened a month or so before the quarantine, when the world was still sort of normal. She was a blonde bimbo that he had met on tinder, not the type of woman that one would usually imagine hanging out with my good Nick, but he found her kind of hot and needed a quick bang, and she happened to be on the same page. I guess she was the sort of person you would never start a relationship with, but rather one who you would be delighted to fuck for a whole night, and so the whole thing between them came out as a civilised exchanged of fluids.
I first learned about it a few hours before the deed. It was saturday in the early afternoon and we where both on the couch, like we use to do when hanging out together. I was playing some bloodborne in our ps4 and he was texting beside me like a madman, barely paying any attention to my parrying skills against lady Maria, which I would admit it kind of offended me.
"That must be a really good match." I told him.
"She wants to see me today."
"Wow, do you have your lucky boxers on or something?"
"I don't think I would need boxers of any kind."
"Gross, bro."
I kick him in the arm and that made him smile. We laugh about it and went back to our respective tasks. That night my brother would have the whole house for him and his dirty deeds, or so he thought so. Our parents were travelling for the weekend and I was supposed to go to my friend's house, but my plan was eventually cancelled an hour after that brief conversation. I didn't thought I should tell him, I didn't get a chance to do so, and we didn't get to see each other again before he left to his date. We were both so focused and distracted with our own respective lives that... it just happened. I had already forgotten about my brother's date when I heard him entering the house, with the voice of a girl following him, thinking they were alone.
I stood there, feeling like an intruder in my own house. I heard then, trying to climb the stairs, laughing and talking. They were drunk, they were confident. They thought that no one was listening.
But I was there.
I was on my bed, naked, following my strict routine of intense masturbation, my legs were spread and uncovered. I had one of my buttplugs shoved deep into my ass, the one that extends like a really big and black fox tail. My right hand was doing its art on my pussy, the left one tended to my rock-hard nipples. It had been increasingly difficult to cum for me in the last months, no matter how horny I was. I had found no satisfaction in the few men I had tasted, nor in women, and porn did almost nothing to me. I was an avid reader of online erotica, but it was so difficult to find good ones lately, my favourite authors seemed more interested in having a real life than in my pleasure. I was frustrated and horny, lying in my sweaty bed, trying to submit my rebellious kitty into the orgasm that the rest of my body needed. That was my predicament when I heard them opening the door to my brother's room, right beside mine. I had to leave, of course, I shouldn't listen or see what was about to happen. I could go for a walk or something, I could...
...I could just stay there and listen.
My brother opened the door to his room and they both entered. I didn't heard them close the door, they had left it open, wide open. I heard the voice of the woman, sort of high pitch and annoying, the sort of voice you would expect on a cheerleader. "O.M.G. You are a neerd!" She said amused. She must have seen my brother's warhammer collection, his tons of books, his replica of Count Dooku's lightsaber, or his big ass telescope, or maybe all of those things at once. My bro said something in return, but I couldn't listen to the exact words, they exchanged a few more incomprehensible lines, but I managed to listen just to the important one.
"Well, I've never suck a nerd's cock..."
I heard a muffed sound, like something being gently left on the floor and so I knew that she was kneeling, kneeling before my brother to suck his cock, but then the sound became too faint, too low for me to hear with a wall between us, and that frustrated me, my hands had remained still over my body, but those sounds, those forbidden sounds had something about them, something that my horny and frustrated body seemed to crave. I needed to hear them, I needed to hear them clearly.
I stood up, still almost naked, and I opened the door to my room, my right hand still looming over my pussy, even if I had not dare yet to resume my masturbation, the fox tail was still attached to me, it's fluffy touch caressing my legs as I walk, as a remainder of how kinky I was being. I quietly opened the door of my room and then I could heard the sounds again: a wet and sloppy symphony of slurps: that slut was indeed sucking. It was such a loud sound now, I could almost see in my mind the movements of her head going up and down, but the most delightful sound of all was the low and grumpy sound of my brother's moans. The combination of those was just too enticing to me: the working lips of a slut and his man's satisfaction.
His door was almost fully opened, but I did not dare to look. What if one of them was looking back in that direction and saw my naked and flustered body? What if they saw me, horny and needy, dressed only with that silly and fluffy tail that hanged from my butthole? I just got really close, and stood against the wall, the empty space of the opened door just beside me, too close. I could hear everything now. I heard her slurping and licking, she made a muffed chip laugh each time she went all the way, I heard when my brother told her to focus on his balls and I heard the cute 'pop' when those balls were chewed an spat back. The girl seemed to have an astonishing technique, she seemed to know quite well what she was doing, the word 'trained' came to my mind: trained to be a slut. I felt a strange emptiness in my own mouth, a sudden need to be filled and put to the same use, and I welcomed that need not with frustration but with relief. My hands resumed their movement with eager fingers. I was masturbating to the sound of my sibling getting head, just a few meters away from me.
I increased my pace, feeling my orgasm closer, I felt its promise of pleasure, lingering just a few fingermoves away. I was so horny, so needy, I had to contain my hips so that I didn't hit the wall behind me. I tried to imagine what would happen if I dared to look right now. My first thought was that she would be the one to see me. I didn't know how se looked then, so I imagined her like a blurry mix of female faces and hairs, I imagined that she was the one facing me and she smiled as she saw me, a possessive and vain smile, she was telling me with her look "He is mine, idiot. I got to him first and now he is mine. Now you will stay there like a good girl and you will not interrupt me while I please MY man." I had never thought of my brother sexually, I have never been interested in cuckold fantasies. Why did that combination suddenly make me so horny? Because it was so close? Because it was so deviant? ...So real? I didn't dare to delve into that question, I just petted my folds faster. I needed to cum, I was close to.
But then I had another fantasy: What if I dared to look and it was him facing me? What if he also smiled to me with a smug look, the kind that he always made when outsmarting me in any of our sibling rivalries? I imagined him grabbing that slut's head and fucking her face like a cocksleeve, suffocating her in man-meat without mercy, ignoring her protest and her need to breathe, focusing entirely on me, staring at me as a brother should never stare his sister. Knowing that I had been listening, fucking and enjoying that woman for me, because he knew I was watching.
I was close, so close...
But then I heard something...
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