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I Love My Brother: Hannah's Story free porn video
I love my brother. You may judge me, but ... y’know what? Fuck you, Judgey McJudgerson!
Sigh. My name is Hannah. This is my story...
When I was 16 I was a curious and horny girl, but shy. I had been overweight when younger, but recently those blobby curves had slimmed and transformed into sexy ones. However, this metamorphosis left me feeling like an alien in my own body, so I kept wearing oversized clothes to compensate. Nobody seemed to notice how I was changing, and I was fine with that.
My older brother Brett has been hot for his entire life ... a cute boy, a handsome young man, and now a high school senior on the wrestling team, so he had added a gorgeous set of muscles on top of that already overwhelming package.
Heh, package ... speaking of package, that brings me to what started all this: I sometimes sneak into my brother’s room to borrow his laptop, since I don’t have one of my own. I have an old smartphone (Brett’s hand-me-down), but that little screen isn’t great for videos. I make sure to go through Brett’s browser history and watch the same porn videos he does so that he doesn’t realize I do this. Luckily, he watches ones with couples so there’s something for me to get off to as well.
I was just reaching for the laptop on his desk when I heard a snort from the bed. I turned and saw that Brett had come home early from wrestling practice and was having a nap! More importantly, the covers had been pushed away and his cock was in full view!
I held my breath, still, and waited. He was breathing heavily, definitely sleeping. I wanted to get out of there, but like I said, I was a curious, horny girl too. I tiptoed next to the bed, getting a good look.
I had never seen a penis in real life before. It was long, maybe 5 inches, kinda thick ... not a porn cock or anything, but it also wasn’t fully hard.
I was having trouble reconciling this nice-looking dong coming out of my brother’s body. I mean, he was a hot guy, but he was also my brother, y’know?
Then I noticed that Brett’s cock was getting harder, lengthening as I watched. I looked at his face but he was still asleep, his eyes darting about behind their lids. Dreaming!
Wet dreaming? His breathing quickened and my eyes snapped back to his cock as it expanded to beyond 6 inches in length. I could see a small drop of fluid escape the tip, and I licked my lips.
Then he rolled to the side and I just about screamed, dropping to the floor out of sight. He didn’t make any other big movements, so after a minute I peeked back up. I was looking at his tight asscheeks as he thrust his pelvis weakly into the bed. I adjusted my angle and could still see his hard cock as he rubbed it against the bedsheets under him.
I don’t know when I started to do it, but I found my fingers inside my sweat pants, rubbing my clit as I watched. I was so horny! But he was my brother! I decided to just watch his cock and nothing else. Soon my fingers had slipped inside my pussy and I was thrusting them inside myself, unconsciously synchronizing with his hip movements.
Such a beautiful cock ... who was he dreaming about? I felt ... what was that? Jealous? Maybe he was dreaming about me?
I shook my head. No, of course he wasn’t. Nobody wanted Chunky Hannah (thanks for that nickname, Abe from 7th grade!). I almost stopped masturbating, but Brett’s thrusting got faster, as did his breathing. I struggled to get more of my fingers inside myself.
Then he grunted and, as I watched, his cock sprayed cum all over his sheets. There was so much of it! This turned me on even more, and I quickly speared my fingers deep inside myself until I started to cum too. I grunted, mouth closed, as I orgasmed around my fingers. I thrust harder.
“Ow!” Shit! I felt a sharp, painful sensation inside me, cutting off my pleasure. Then I realized that I had said that out loud! I quickly ran from the room, pausing just long enough to confirm that Brett wasn’t fully awake. He seemed to be stirring but he was still facing away from the door as I quietly shut it behind me.
I raced into my room and examined my fingers. There was blood, and I also found some dripping from my vagina! I realized that I had damaged my hymen in my eagerness, and I was sad because I wasn’t a virgin anymore. In a way, my brother had taken my virginity!
I couldn’t put my fingers in my pussy for a couple days afterward, it was so sore. Now, up until that point I had finger fucked myself daily, sometimes multiple times a day, so I was super horny by the third day.
Brett was having a shower before school in the morning and I knew that he never locked the bathroom door. Mom and Dad were eating breakfast so I figured I had a few minutes to perv on my brother. I quietly turned the knob ... heh, knob ... speaking of knobs, my brother was actually playing with himself in the shower. I could see the silhouette of his hand sliding up and down his cock shaft through the frosted glass sliding door.
My hand that wasn’t holding the door steady immediately went inside my sweatpants to diddle my clit. I wondered who he was thinking about as he whacked it. I tentatively slipped one finger inside me, testing how it felt. A little sore, but good. Another finger joined the first, and again I found my thrusting matching my brother’s hand on his magnificent cock.
His hand sped up and I could hear him making little grunting noises. I realized he was going to cum soon, and that ramped my own excitement up so that I was right there with him. I imagined that cock thrusting inside me, not just my fingers, faster, faster...
“Unh! Umm!” Brett grunted and I saw his sperm splash against the inside of the glass shower door.
That set me off ... he was cumming, and I was cumming with him! “Nnh! Mm!” I tried to be quiet, shaking as pleasurable waves exploded out from inside my pussy, tingling my clit and making my knees weak. I stumbled a little and the door made a slight creaking sound. Shit!
I quickly but quietly pulled the door closed as I heard Brett call out, “Hello?” Then I tiptoed back to my room to change my underwear.
“Hey Brett,” I said as I passed him in the hall between our rooms.
“Hey Hannah,” he replied casually. He was about to continue on down the hall but I kept talking.
“Umm ... what kinds of girls do you like?”
He stopped. “Err ... why you askin’?” He looked confused.
“You never go out anymore! I was going to see if I could set you up with someone.” Would this work?
He looked even more confused. “But you have no friends...”
Okay, that was true, but I wasn’t about to give him that point. “Sure I do! Just tell me...”
He looked sheepish. “Um ... cheerleaders, I guess?”
“Okay!” I said, and skipped away.
If I wasn’t super fucking horny that week I probably wouldn’t have gone through with it, but my obsession with my brother’s cock was only growing ... heh, growing ... speaking of growing, I snuck into his room that night with a flashlight covered with tissue paper so its light stayed dim. While he slept I managed to pull the covers back so I could see his thing. It was soft, so after making sure he was still asleep I moved my mouth forward so I could breathe hot air onto it. My mouth was watering, but I figured he’d wake up if I started blowing him.
Sure enough, within a few seconds it started to respond to the warmth and light touch of my breath. I watched in delight as it expanded to its full 6+ inch length.
But ... then what? If I touched it he’d probably wake up. I was hoping he’d start having another wet dream, but after a minute or so his cock softened again.
Disappointed, I slipped back out of his room to finger myself to orgasm. Good, but not as powerful as when I watched him cum. It was difficult, not to mention dangerous, to catch him at those times.
At school the next day I went cock crazy. I had found a cheerleading outfit in the change room that looked like it would fit me and I grabbed it. I then went to the drama room, which I knew would be empty that period, and texted my brother:
Me: Hey, got a cheerleader friend who likes u
Brett: What? Nfw
Me: Go 2 the drama room RN she has a boyfriend so she can’t show her face, but she totally wants u ... and ur welcome
By this point I had undressed, including removing my bra and panties, and changed into the cheerleading skirt and tight top. I had been pleasantly surprised to find that my new sexy curves actually fit it pretty well. No more Chunky Hannah! Then I put on the full face gorilla mask I had found in the prop room.
I heard the door open and close. He was here! I had turned the lights off and was glad Brett didn’t turn them back on. There was sufficient light coming through the windows high up on the outside wall so that we could see each other, but not so well that he might recognize any visible part of me, not that I showed this much of my body at home.
“Uh, hi... ?” Brett said, coming forward and smiling a goofy grin when he saw the gorilla mask. Then I could see his eyes scanning down to my legs and back up to my tight top. I could feel my nipples harden, and his eyes widened.
I walked toward him, moving my hands across his chest through his tight t-shirt. He took my shoulders and I shuddered in pleasure at his touch.
“Er ... I wanna kiss you, but...” He looked at the gorilla mask.
I touched a finger to his lips and sank to my knees, unbuckling and unzipping his pants. As they fell to the floor I could see his raging hard-on through his “tighty whities”. I pulled them down and his cock just about hit me in the face.
Then I realized that because of the mask, not only could he not kiss me, I couldn’t blow him! I took a hold of it in my hand, stroking. No, I needed more than just this...
I turned and bent over, my hands on the edge of the small stage in the center of the room. My puffy pussy was fully on display, making sure there would be no confusion as to what I wanted. I was suddenly so glad that I had started trimming down there!
I waited, sweating in the gorilla mask. Finally, I felt one of his strong hands on my hip, holding me steady. A moment later, something poked me down there. Was it--?
It was. Brett managed to angle the head of his cock into my very wet pussy from behind and I gasped at the unfamiliar invasion. Once the tip was in he grabbed my hips with both hands and thrust.
“O-ohh...” I moaned, the pleasure of a couple inches of his magnificent fuckstick almost overwhelming me. My brother’s cock was inside me! My nipples were so hard...
Brett kept pushing, but I was well lubricated, and soon he was all the way in. My breaths were shaky gulps by this point, I was so overwhelmed by the feeling of ... fullness. Not an invasion ... more a completion ... something I’d been missing all my life.
Then Brett pulled out a bit and pushed back in. I moaned in pleasure again. So good!
Soon he got a rhythm going, in and out, in and out, and I could barely think. I started to drool inside the mask as my handsome brother pummelled my almost virginal pussy.
I felt one of his hands creep up and grab one of my breasts through the lycra top. He pawed it for a bit, then as he found the nipple and started tweaking it, a pleasure circuit connected from there to my pussy and I came hard.
Cumming on my fingers is one thing. Cumming when filled with hard cock is another. It’s like my body was trying to expel him by squeezing him out, but he was so strong that he was right back in, all the way, the tip of his cock tap-tap-tapping at my cervix.
Then he thrust all the way in and grunted. There was a throbbing feeling inside me and I realized that he was filling the condom up, that thin barrier the only thing protecting my defenseless reproductive system from being overwhelmed by his no doubt powerful sperm. I came again, or did that first orgasm just keep going? My mind shut down, pickled with pleasure juice.
He pulled out and the sudden feeling of loss from that swift evacuation brought me back. My head and chest were on the stage, my arms having given out during the orgasmic attack.
“That was awesome! Lemme know if you ever want to do this again. Hannah can give you my number.” Then I heard the clink of his belt buckle as he redressed, and a moment later he was gone.
I had zero strength. I just lay there, recovering, a bowl of Hannah-flavored gelatin dessert.
Finally, after a few minutes I was able to get to my hands and knees. A minute later I was back on my unsteady feet. I took off the gorilla mask, my sweaty head of hair falling about my face.
Ding ding!
I looked over at my phone, situated off to the side with its camera pointed toward the stage. Yeah, damned right I recorded it! I may never get up the confidence to do something this crazy again, so I wanted some “spank bank” material. I grabbed it ... it was a text from Brett.
Ur awesome sis! Sure u cant tell me who that was?
Still unsteady, I typed, Sorry, hos b4 bros. I smirked, proud of myself.
Then I noticed just how much liquid was coming out of my cooch. How had I cum so much? I was juicy, sure, but...
... oh shit...
I smeared my fingers through some of it and brought it to my nose. It was his cum! I dropped back down to my knees. My brother had cum inside me! Why the fuck hadn’t he put on a condom? I remembered all the times that I overheard Dad telling Brett to wrap it up when he went on dates, and this was a one-off with a slut he didn’t even know! Stupid stupid stupid!
I tried to remember when my last period was. Wait, do you count from when the period starts, or ends? Shit shit shit...
I stilled my breathing. I had to get control. Just had to concentrate on my body...
My nipples were still hard, and rubbed against the lycra of the tight top as I breathed. That made my clit itch. I was still horny. This wasn’t what I meant when I said I had to concentrate on my body!
Deep inside me, I contemplated, my brother’s sperm was trying to invade my innermost sanctum, my unplumbed depths. His seed and my eggs didn’t care that we were family. Millions of years of evolution had brought these two things together, and they would not be denied. I felt a little twitch inside my vagina at that thought. My clit was so itchy...
I shouldn’t ... it’s dangerous...
... danger ... excitement...
I dipped one finger into my pussy, extracting some of the dangerous seed, and put it into my mouth. Mmm! Salty, kind of acrid, but tasty! As I brought my finger back down to extract more, it bumped my other hand, which was now playing with my clit. When had I started doing that?
I pushed my finger back inside, continuing to masturbate as I did so. I didn’t take my finger back out right away -- I thrust it in and out a couple times first -- before I extracted another dollop to suck on. Then I put two fingers in ... oh, my clit was feeling good ... I thrust a few more times ... take some more sperm out, lick it off ... umm...
As I put three fingers in, my mind drifted back to what had happened. Brett had pushed his bare cock inside my overheated and possibly fertile pussy and filled me up with his potent sperm! I could get pregnant ... my brother’s baby growing inside me...
“Unhh! Ooohhh!” I thrust those fingers deep inside me as my other hand furiously frigged my clit and I came hard. I remembered a video where a doctor had said that when a woman orgasmed during or after sex it improved her chances of getting pregnant. “Nooo...” I moaned, knowing that I was making it worse but hardly caring as my overwhelmed body spasmed in pleasure as those conflicting thoughts battled in my head.
After school when I got home, Brett rushed around the corner and grabbed me in a bear hug. “Mmff!” I exclaimed as he gave me a smooch right on the mouth.
“Your friend was great, Hannah! You’re awesome!”
He was still hugging me. How ironic that we had sex before our first kiss, I dumbly thought. He was so strong that I wasn’t touching the floor anymore. “Umm...” I hummed.
“Oh!” He let go, looking shy, and I dropped back to my feet. “Hey, did you lose weight?” he asked, looking at me appraisingly.
I slapped him across the face.
He looked at me, shocked. “Shit, Hannah, I’m sorry ... I...” Embarrassed, he turned and walked away, holding his face.
I didn’t like being mad at my brother. Had I slapped him because he mentioned my weight, or to distract him from noticing I was skinnier now, or because he hadn’t used a condom earlier? Maybe all of those things?
My handsome brother had looked so hurt ... not physically, as I’m sure my slap had barely registered, but emotionally. It hurt my heart to think of it.
Hours later, I stood in his doorway, uncertain. He looked at me worriedly.
I spoke first: “I’m sorry for slapping you.”
“I’m sorry for being rude,” he replied. “Mom always says a gentleman doesn’t ask about a lady’s weight or age.”
I just stood there. I wanted to go to him and kiss him, hug him, but I didn’t want his hands noticing any resemblance between my body and the faceless cheerleader’s.
“Okay, good night,” I finally offered. “Love you.”
His handsome face brightened. “Love you too, sis.”
I was glad he wasn’t a dick about it. Heh, dick ... speaking of dick...
I watched the video that I had taken earlier, but the light wasn’t great and the phone had been too far away to pick up much of our sex sounds. I managed to give myself a small orgasm, but it wasn’t enough. I needed to touch him, to feel his skin against mine again. I ached for him! Finally, I had an idea. I searched the net and found what I needed: a free service that allows you to send and receive text messages using an app and a fake number.
I signed up, entered Brett’s phone number, and sent, Hey, this is ur cheerleader friend from earlier today ... how u doin?
After a long, agonizing minute my phone chimed with his response. I hoped Brett didn’t hear that! I quickly turned it to vibrate and read, Hey! Doin good ... was thinkin that I needed to maybe dl some gorilla porn ... think u ruined me for humans
I snort-laughed at that, and then quickly covered my mouth. Brett was so funny!
Me: Sooo ... think I can c u 2nite?
Brett: Just going 2 bed now. 2morrow?
Me: If u unlock your back door I can sneak in ... I know where u live
I sent that before I thought about it. That could come off as really creepy!
Brett: Fuck yeah! Midnite? Once u come up the stairs my room’s the 1 with the stop sign on it
I let out the breath I’d been holding. Romantic or creepy, it’s all about how much the other person likes you. Looked like Brett was really into me ... um, her.
Me: Ok, no mask, but keep the lights off and your curtains closed u can’t know who I am or there’ll be trouble
Brett sent back a thumbs-up emoji.
A minute later I heard Brett head down the stairs to unlock the back door. I set my phone to vibrate at 5 minutes to midnight and took a catnap.
Buzz buzz. Snooze.
Buzz buzz. Snooz-- No! Shit, gotta get going! I looked at the time: 12:04. Fuck! I quickly grabbed a long coat from my closet that I never use and tied it around my naked form. Ever so quietly I left my room, closed the door behind me, and opened Brett’s.
The light was off. After I closed his door I heard, “Gorilla girl?”
I almost snort-laughed again, but quickly caught myself. He could have recognized me from my laugh! “Mm hm,” I hummed back.
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