Spring Break – Part 1B – Day 2

Virginity sotry: Spring Break – Part 1B – Day 2

by Mischief&Mayhem

This is ridiculous… I heaved a frustrated sigh, staring dismally at the list of courses available to shadow. There were the basics, of course – math, science, and English – but nowhere did I see any of the creative writing classes or the journalism classes that had brought me there in the first place. Was there another list? Did I miss something?

I stalked away from the sign-up board and headed towards the barista at the other end of the atrium. There was only one solution for disappointments like this: coffee.

Stepping in line, I scanned the menu for something I wanted, until a familiar voice caught my attention.

“Extra whip on that?”

“You know it,” the girl in front of me laughed. “I got Mr. Collins today.”

“Ouch… extra whip and a pump of chocolate it is.”


I impatiently waited for my turn, then stepped up to the counter with a shy wave. Finn smiled down at me.

“Hey, Lara.”

“Hi.” I cleared my throat. “I didn’t know you were the barista, here.”

He shrugged, “One of many. It’s part of the work scholarship. What can I get you?”

“Caramel macchiato?”

“Comin’ right up.” He went to work, and I waited awkwardly – wanting so desperately to talk to him yet not knowing what in the world I should say. He glanced at me a few times, and then broke the silence himself, “I thought for sure you’d be in the English classes by now.”

Frowning, I answered, “I actually was more interested in shadowing the advanced classes – like journalism or creative writing. But I didn’t see them on the sign-up board.”

“Problem solved,” he chuckled, setting out his “closed” sign before turning back and adding the caramel and whip cream to the macchiato. “Turns out Creative Writing for fiction is my major, so you can just follow me this week.” Then he stammered, realizing what he had just offered, “I mean, that is, you don’t have to. If you want…”

Before he could go any further, I nodded, “Yes! I’d love to.”

Sitting next to him in class proved to be the most distracting thing I’d ever experienced. He looked good, he smelled good, and when he smiled at me, I thought my heart would beat right out of my chest. And every now and then, when he moved, his arm would brush mine and I couldn’t help but wonder if he’d done it on purpose.

When the Fiction writing class had ended, Finn pulled me aside. He brushed a hand nervously through his hair, clearing his throat before he asked, “I, um… was wondering if you wanted to… maybe skip the rest of class today.” Then he blushed, turning his face away, “I don’t know about you, but I’m having a hard time focusing.”

At first, I wasn’t sure I’d heard him correctly. Am I dreaming? Is this real?

“Yeah,” I managed to nod. “Sounds fun.”

The relief on his face made my heart skip a beat and he nodded for me to follow him out a side door. “There’s a fair going on just outside of town. If you wanted, we could go.”

The fair. I’d always wanted to go the fair, but it was something our family never seemed to have time for. And since I always seemed to be between boyfriends when these things happened, it never seemed like fun to tag along with everyone else at my school. Not when I was also the odd one out. But today seemed like a perfect day to change all that.

“Sure!” I smiled up at him. “When do we leave?”

Finn and I had so much in common, beyond our love of Dragon Age. The entire way to the fair, we had Rascal Flatts blasting on the radio, the both of us singing along to every word. At the fair, we talked about everything and nothing – from our mutual love of certain authors and our favorite movies to things like the future, where we saw ourselves in ten years, and what sort of things we dreamed of.

Back at the college, Finn pulled me into a dark corner just outside the dorms. His thumbs trailed gently across my knuckles as he gazed down at me. I could see a faint blush on his cheeks, even in the darkness as he fumbled for the right words.

“Tonight was great… I mean, I had a great time at the fair. With you.” Then he chuckled, shaking his head, “I’m sorry. I’m not good at this.”

I took a step closer. We were almost touching, and my heart was beating wildly in my chest. “Thank you for today. This was amazing.”

“We should do this again.”

I bit my lip as I met his hopeful gaze. I wanted so badly do it all again tomorrow, just run away and forget about plans and goals and deadlines. I also wanted to forget that after tomorrow, I’d be going back home – and, quite possibly, would never see him again. At least, not like this. Summer was a long time to wait, and I wasn’t about to ask him to do that for me. But, for now, I wanted to enjoy what I could, while I could.

“I’d like that.”

Slowly, he leaned down, and I waited with bated breath as his lips neared mine. Instinctively, my eyes fluttered closed, and I leaned into his touch as his hands cupped my cheeks. Our lips met in a soft, almost tentative, kiss, and I found myself leaning into him. His hands dropped from my cheeks to my waist as the kiss deepened, pulling me in closer, until my body was pressed against his.
It was over too soon, I couldn’t stop the sigh that escaped my lips when he pulled away. Something fierce burned in his gaze as he searched my eyes, and a moment later, he kissed me again. This time, I was ready. My arms went around his neck and I clung to him while his hands roamed my body, sliding from my waist to my hips, pulling me tightly against him. I gasped into his mouth at the feel of the hard bulge in his pants, pressing against my stomach.

While one hand anchored me against him, the other toyed with the hem of my t-shirt slipping inside to feel the soft skin beneath it. His hand was calloused, but gentle, and ever so slowly moved upwards towards my breasts. His thumb flicked across my hardened nipple, sliding across the fabric of my bra, and I moaned into his kiss, gasping loudly when he rolled the nub between his two fingers.

Suddenly, my back was against the wall, both of his hands beneath my shirt and fondling my breasts. Heat was building between my legs, and pushed my hips into his body, against the solid bulge in his pants that was harder than ever. He grunted when my hips rubbed against his cock and he moved his passionate kisses in a line down my jaw to my neck.

He was getting rougher, but then so was I. My teeth grazed his jaw, then moved to suck on his earlobe while his mouth attacked my throat and my collar. His hands slid behind me, fumbling with the clasps of my bra, growling in frustration between kisses at the complexity. As I reached to help him, he gave up, instead lifting the bra above my breasts, and moving his mouth to suck my exposed nipple.

“Finn,” I gasped, feeling my knees grow weak.

Never. Ever. Had I felt such pleasure. My cunt was dripping with cum, and I could barely breathe. No one had ever been this far with me- nothing had ever felt this good.

More. I want more!

My hand reached down to his pants and I let my fingers trail against his cock. He shuddered when I squeezed and sucked me harder while his hands moved down my stomach to the front of my jeans.
Deftly undoing the top button, he lowered the zipper and I whimpered at how achingly slow it seemed before it was open. And when his fingers trailed against the dripping wet slit…

I was undone.Without thinking, I cried out loudly in pleasure, slumping against the wall. Every fiber in my being was aching for more. But I had been too loud and a shout from across the road startled the both of us out of our fun.

“Shit, Finn cursed. “I’ve got to go. I’ll distract them. Go ahead, get inside.” He turned to run, them thought the better of it, giving me one last kiss before darting across the lawn.

I pulled my shirt into a somewhat decent position and then bolted up the stairs to my shared room with Eric. Shutting the door behind me, I stood or what seemed like ages in the middle of the dark room, trying to still my racing heart.

He’d touched me like no one had ever done, made me feel like nothing ever before… And remembering his lips on my lips, on my throat, on my breasts… The wanton desire flooded back to me and I collapsed onto the bed.

I took off my shirt, unhooked my bra, kicked off my jeans and underwear, and sprawled naked across the bed – his bed. I could still smell his cologne and I smiled as his scent mixed with my own.
My hands trailed across my body, trying to memorize how he’d touched me, how his hands had felt on my skin. Then I lowered one hand to my throbbing cunt, and plunged my fingers inside my dripping wet pussy. I was so wet, so ready. And yet my fingers did nothing to satisfy me. I whined in frustration and moved to rub my clit instead.

The stimulation sent me over the top, and I gasped. It felt so good, yet it wasn’t the same. It wasn’t nearly as intense as how I felt with his hands on me, his mouth on me. So close… So close to cumming… My breaths were coming in pants, my body rigid as I waited for the orgasm to take me.

I dipped my fingers again into pussy, trying to imagine his cock in me instead. But his cock would be harder, it would go deeper, it would feel bigger… I just wanted to know what it felt like, rather than imagine it.

Something didn’t feel right, and I grudgingly paused what I was doing. It suddenly occurred to me that I had burst into the dark room without even checking to see if it was empty. Slowly, I turned my gaze towards the other side of the room. Just as I feared, there was Eric, sitting on his cot, watching me. He still had his t-shirt on, but his jeans and boxers were around his knees, his hard cock in his hands.

Oh my God… It was huge.

We stared at each other for a long moment, both of us too terrified to move. What were we doing? This was my brother. This shouldn’t be happening. This was wrong.

And yet…

He was the first one to regain his composure. Kicking his jeans off the rest of the way, he padded across the room to me knelt beside the bed. He looked nervous, and yet there was something in his eyes I recognized. It was the same thing I’d seen in Finn’s eyes just before we’d been interrupted. A shiver went down my spine, but I wasn’t sure if it was disgust… or something else.

“You okay?”

I wasn’t okay. I was so confused. But I nodded my head nonetheless. “I think so.”

“God, you’re beautiful…” he murmured, and he lifted his fingers to my face. He smirked, then, and chuckled softly, “Sounds weird coming from me, right?”

Strangely, it didn’t. “No.”

Silence passed between us again, and I sat up in bed. I should have been angry, or embarrassed, or… something. What we were doing was taboo – something unspeakable, though I couldn’t deny I’d fantasized about it. Eric was every woman’s dream? Why would it be any different for me, his sister? I knew the consequences, but I was so horny they suddenly seemed insignificant.

“Let me get my clothes on,” I rasped, reaching for my discarded things.

His hand caught mine and he murmured, “Wait.”

Our eyes met and he slowly lowered himself onto the bed beside me. His hands were warm, and with him so close I could smell the faint scent of alcohol on his breath. It explained his boldness, but it still did nothing to explain my reaction. I let him sit there. I let one of his hands brush my hair out of my face, and then rest gently on the nape of my neck. I let him lean closer.

His free hand reached out to grasp one of mine and guide it towards his lap. I jerked my hand away and hissed, “What are you doing?”

Eric smiled wolfishly at me, “Giving you what you want.”

My eyes narrowed, “And that is?”

“This.” He pulled off his shirt, revealing his massive hard on. I couldn’t look away – it was so thick, so long… Eventually, I reached my hand out to touch it, without his prodding, and my eyes widened in surprise at how soft it was, and yet so firm. Eric groaned when I squeezed it in my hand. I couldn’t even close my fingers around it – it was that thick.

It pulsated in my hand, and I glanced up at him nervously. He merely smiled, guiding my hands up and down his long shaft.

“You did this, you know,” he muttered accusingly, a strained smile on his face as he tried to keep his composure.

The knowledge made me bolder, so I lengthened my strokes. The heat between my legs grew even hotter than before and I reached down to rub my throbbing clit. Eric stopped me.

“Let me,” he said. Pulling my other hand away from his dick, he pressed me down against the bed and trailed his fingers along my jaw and down across my neck. His touch was soft, and I closed my eyes as his hands traveled my body, reveling in how right it felt to have another’s hands on me. Eric leaned close as his hand found my breast, and he cupped it firmly in his hand.

I whimpered, feeling desire building within me like an inferno. My eyes opened and I gazed up at him pleadingly. Don’t stop…

“I can’t believe this is happening…” I murmured.

Eric winked at me, “It gets better.”

Calloused fingers flicked across my nipple and I gasped. It wasn’t like Finn. Eric’s hands felt more confident, more experienced. He rolled my breasts in his hands, tugging on each nipple in turn. It hurt, and yet felt amazing all at once. And then his mouth was on them.

The sudden sensation caused me to moan, and I arched my back, rising to meet his lips. Every time his tongue flicked across my nipples, I felt my cunt throbbing for attention. I tried again to reach down and rub my clit, but he batted my hand away, moving his body until his knees were between my legs, spreading them wide open.

His expert tongue left my breasts and I whined at the absence. Instead, he flicked his tongue down across my stomach, teeth grazing the most sensitive parts near my hips. I shuddered as the air touched the trail his tongue had left, chilling the warm pattern he was drawing across my body. Rough hands slid beneath my legs and lifted my hips off the bed until my legs were over his shoulders. Surprised, I almost fought him, until I felt the heat of his breath against my pussy.

“Eric, don’t-” I began, but my protests turned into moans as his tongue flicked across my shaved pussy and down the narrow slit. He found my clit and sucked it into his mouth, pulling at the small nub until it almost hurt, then releasing it and attacking it with his tongue.

It was too much. My moans grew louder and I bucked my hips against him, but he held me firmly. Too much, too much. I couldn’t take it. I was getting close again – so close. Eric seemed to sense how near I was, and then pulled away, a self-satisfied grin on his face. He moved his lips further down and flicked his tongue across my cunt.

Yes! That was what I wanted. I wanted to tell him, but the words stuck in my throat. Instead, I gazed up at him. His eyes met mine, and he smiled again, before sinking his tongue into my pussy.
He groaned, sending a delightful buzz through my body, “You taste so good.” As if to prove he meant it, he slid his tongue in deeply again.

I couldn’t breathe – it felt so good. His tongue flicked in and out, lapping up my cum, driving me absolutely crazy with want. I wanted to cum – wanted to let go of the raging storm that had been building within me.

Eric had other ideas.

As I teetered on the edge of an orgasm, he stopped, letting my hips fall onto the bed. He leaned over me and I felt the tip of his cock, already slick with pre-cum slide down to my soaking pussy. He didn’t ask permission – he didn’t need to. By now, I was already so overcome with wanting I’d have begged him for more if he stopped.

This is it, I thought. My heart was beating wildly in my chest, breaths coming in pants, the anticipation building within me until I could barely control myself.

Eric’s eyes met mine as he pushed the very tip of his cock inside. I could see the sweat on his forehead and he fought for control. He pushed a little further, and I gasped at just how thick it was – and only the tip had made it inside me. I held my breath as his hard dick slid further and further into me, stretching my pussy beyond what I even thought was possible. And just when I thought he couldn’t possibly fit in any deeper, he thrust forward, the tip of his cock slamming into the very back of my cunt..

The pain was intense – I thought for sure I’d be split in two. There was a big difference in our build. I was short and petite. My brother was tall and broad. I stood at a measly 5’, maybe 5’1” on a good day, and he was easily a foot or more taller. Having that large body pressed against mine, that massive dick filling me inside – it was insane. I wasn’t built to handle that kind of monster. Was I?

I squeezed my eyes shut, but the tears leaked out anyway. Very gently, Eric reached out a hand and brushed the tears from the corners of my eyes.

“I won’t move till you’re ready, Lar,” he murmured.

I felt his cock pulsing inside me and I tried to let my body relax. Fuck, but it hurt so badly… A part of me wanted to shove him out of me, scream at him for doing this to me. I glanced down between us and saw that he was completely sheathed inside me and I caught my breath. I’d felt his pelvis collide with mine, I knew we were touching – but seeing it put it in perspective. His cock was huge. How on earth had he fit it all the way inside me?

Was that why it hurt so badly? Everything felt tight – full, in a way I’d never felt before. I tensed in anticipation, but the pain worsened.

Seeing my grimace, Eric, ran his fingers through my hair, “Hey, relax. It won’t feel good unless you relax.”

Our eyes met and I released a shaky sigh. This was my brother. I trusted him. Biting my lip, I nodded mutely, willing to give it a try. He didn’t move for a while yet. Instead, he continued to stroke my hair, or roll one of my breasts in his hand, doing his best to ease the tension in my body.

After a few minutes, and when the pain had begun to lessen, I murmured, “I think I’m okay now.”

Very slowly, he pulled out until only the tip remained inside. Without him there, I felt empty. Hollow. Incomplete. Where his cock had been had left a void and I wanted more of him. This time was easier than the first, though when his cock collided with the back of my cunt again, I whimpered in pain.

Eric controlled his next few thrusts, keeping them slow and steady, getting me used to his size and girth as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. As much as it still hurt, the pain was lessening with every thrust, giving way to a pleasure I didn’t know existed. Eventually, the pleasure began to outweigh the pain, and I found myself raising my hips to meet him each time.

“Your pussy is so tight,” he growled in my ear. “Fucking you feels amazing.”

“Ahh…” I gasped as he shoved his cock in me again, and again. “I can’t believe this is happening.”

The friction was driving me insane. The longer we fucked, the bolder and rougher with me he became. His thrusts were long, powerful strokes that sent me reeling every time our bodies met. I arched my back to meet him, crying out every time his cock pushed against my cervix. Eventually, the pain disappeared, leaving in its wake an insatiable desire to be rutted.

“Fuck,” he grunted, thrusting inside me as far as he could go. “Take that big cock.” When I moaned a response, he smiled devilishly, “You like it? You like it when your big brother fucks you with his dick?”


“Slut.” He ground into me harder and I had to bite my lip from screaming.

Eric increased his pace and I knew he was getting close. But by then, so was I. He fucked me – hard and deep – so, so deep. Every push rattled my body and sent me spiraling even further into bliss. I wrapped my legs around him as the tension increased, and his hands sought my breasts, eliciting from me a breathless moan.

The way he moved – the way he held me – I arched my back for more and he met my demands with experienced, calculated hands and thrusts. His dick rubbed against my G-spot, and the tension in me built even higher. I’d never cum from a G-spot orgasm before, but at the rate we were going…
“Oh, fuck,” I squealed as one of his hands moved to my clit.

It was too much – my G-spot, my clit, my cervix, my nipples – everything was being stimulated all at once, and I just couldn’t take it. His thrusts increased, they became harder, more greedy, and I thought that I might pass out from all the overwhelming sensations.

“I’m… gonna cum,” he grunted, eyes meeting mine.

“Me too.”

The moment I said the words, my threefold orgasm hit me like a hurricane, overcoming my body and flooding me in waves of pleasure I hadn’t known I could reach. I think I screamed – because Eric’s hand moved to cover my mouth – but I didn’t care. I rode the waves with abandon, letting it consume me completely. Eric thrust into me again with a loud groan, and I felt burst upon burst of heat erupt from his cock, filling my pussy with his cum. He pumped into me a few more times, emptying his cock, and I felt my pussy clench, as though trying to milk his cock for more.

Breathless and sweaty, he collapsed on top of me, and we lay unmoving on the bed, Eric’s softening cock still inside me. Long minutes passed, and we remained as we were – unwilling to break the silence. Eventually, Eric sighed, propping himself up on his elbows so he could look at me.

“Are you okay?”

It was an odd question to ask after what we had done. I’d just committed incest, with a brother I admired and loved. We’d had unguarded sex, and with a cock his length, his cum had likely penetrated my cervix. I was no longer a virgin, and had lost it in on someone else’s bed while a different person had taken it from me. I’d allowed myself to be caught naked and masturbating in a dorm room after skipping classes and making out with the man whose bed I’d just been fucked on.

And yet… I did feel okay. I felt more than okay – I felt fantastic. The frustration I’d felt earlier had melted away, replaced by a warm sense of fulfillment. I breathed in deeply and the scent of his cum mingling with mine attacked my senses, turning me on despite my recent orgasm.

I met Eric’s gaze and smiled, “Yeah. I’m okay.”

He started to pull out, but I stopped him.

“Wait,” I murmured. “Just a little longer.”

His usually suave grin turned slightly lopsided and he chuckled softly, “We didn’t think this through too well, did we.”

My eyes widened, “No one can find out about this.”

“Of course not. I won’t tell if you don’t.”

I let out a slow sigh. “So where do we go from here?”

It was the question of the century, and I watched Eric’s expression carefully as he pondered what to do next. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, careful. “I guess that depends on you.”

“What do you mean?”

“What we did was… spur of the moment. Heat of passion. We… didn’t think about anything but what we wanted. But I would be lying if I said I hadn’t thought about doing this with you before. It’s… kind of a fantasy I’ve always had.”

The admission startled me. “Really?”

Eric chuckled, “Why do you look so surprised? You’re gorgeous. And unique. And you’re my sister. I love you. And… I don’t know, I guess maybe because it was so taboo, it just seemed more appealing. Forbidden fruit, kind of thing.”



I smiled at him, “I feel the same way about you.”

His grin turned mischievous and he teased, “Well now that we know what we’ve been missing… too bad we didn’t discover this while we were both still in high school. All those times we were home alone, and didn’t do anything. Such a waste.”

I laughed with him, but inwardly I was still a mess. I still wanted this. I mean, now that we’d already done it, what point was there in pretending it didn’t happen? It happened, and it had felt amazing. And it was safe – it’s not like Eric would tell, because he had just as much to lose as I did. And it was no strings attached. We weren’t attracted to each other in the way that I was attracted to Finn. It was more… animalistic, than romantic. We could still have normal lives… just, way more benefits.

Maybe it was just difficult to think because he was still on top of me. Having his cock in me, even though flaccid, was still pretty distracting. Not that I minded.

My brother had taken my virginity. A small part of my mind – the part that had grown up sheltered – still said that what we’d done would land us a one way ticket to hell. The other part of me – the louder of the two voices – didn’t care. It had felt right. He loved me. He had given me an experience I would never forget. And, for now, that was all that mattered. I was glad it happened.

When I didn’t say anything, my brother chuckled, “If I stay here like this any longer, I can’t guarantee I’ll behave.”

“You and I haven’t exactly been behaving anyway.”

“I mean,” he whispered, eyes glinting with mischief, “that I’m going to fuck you. Again. And again. And again.”

I searched his eyes, trying to decide if he was teasing or if he really meant it. Inside my pussy, I felt his cock begin throb and harden slightly, and I smiled.

“Is that a promise?”

Another twitch, and it hardened some more. I wiggled my hips and closed my eyes as I felt it expand, filling up my cunt until it was completely engorged again. It still amazed me just how big he was when he was hard. And fuck, but it felt so good with him inside me. Heat was building inside me again and I met his gaze, relieved to see a passion in them that mirrored my own.

“Tell me what you want, Lara.”

“I want you to fuck me. All night.”

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