Cucked by brother

[Idlikeonethrowaway]

Hi Guys. This story is a true-ish (more on the -ish later) story of what has happened, and what has been happening in my life. A lot of this stuff happened a long time ago so I’m hazy on the exact details of what was said. I’ve also changed some details and all names to avoid detection, and embellished the writing, but the broad strokes of events are all true. I’m sharing my story because of all the emotions it has brought up in me over the years, and I feel like I want to share as a form of therapy. I’ll be sharing this in parts as long as there’s interest.


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“So, do you wanna suck his dick?”

I looked at her sheepishly. She was sitting up on the bed facing away from me. I followed the straight line from her long black hair that went down half-way to her back, all the way down her back to her exposed Latina ass.

She looked back at me and caught me staring at her ass, smirking and showing off her pearly white teeth.

“You know he used to love fucking my ass, don’t you?”

I know. My cock started responding. She looked down and saw my dick getting hard.

“Come on, I know what you like Jason, don’t play coy,” she said, while grabbing my semi. She got close to me, and I could feel her body heat touching me. She put her lips to my ears and said: “He used to say: Adriana, down. And I used to immediately bend over and present my ass. Most of the time he’d fuck it, sometimes just stick his thumb in or grab it, depending on what he felt like at the time.”

My dick was getting harder.

“Damn baby, you just fucked me and now you’re hard again thinking about it? That’s so hot.”

I really did not want to get horny again, although I knew it was way too late. I was going to spend the rest of the day masturbating to the thought of her getting fucked.

Adriana gave my dick a smack and told me that she had to go. “Don’t jack your dick raw today,” with a wink.

She got up to put her clothes on. She picked a tight blue dress and some birks which left her feet exposed.

“You’re not small you know, and you’re a good fuck.”

It’s coming.

“Your brother is just better.”

It’s coming.

“And bigger.”

There it is.

* * *

I sought her out after she broke up with my brother. He told me how messy the breakup was and how much problems they’ve had. She was apprehensive, wanting nothing to do with me (and him), but she reluctantly met me for coffee. I knew she was a sex freak from the stories I heard over the years and honestly, I was becoming too obsessed.

We spent around an hour talking and going over her grievances. I spent two hours listening. I let it slip a few times that at least the sex was good, to which she agreed. She caught me staring at her legs and her cleavage a few times, but she never said anything. When we were done with our coffees, I offered to drive her home. She said suspiciously said OK.

We got to her place and she thanked me for the coffee and hurriedly got out of the car. I watched her ass sway as she went into her house and thought about how many guys must have lusted over it. I imagined her dropping on the bed thoroughly abused, her ass thoroughly used, make up running, melting in a pool of orgasms. I had visions of her fit legs wrapped around his waist, and his big cock going in and out of her pussy. I imagined her bent over, ass up, my brother grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling hard. She’s getting the pounding of her life, her ass red from the spanking. She asks him to fuck her hard, and tells him that her pussy is his. He tells her to say it again. And again. And again.

We got together for coffee a few times after that, and she slowly dropped her guard. She realized I was not there to fuck her. And I wasn’t. She still caught me staring at her cleavage and ass, and a few times she caught me when my mind wandered a bit too much, but she never said anything.

“What’re you doing later?”

Nothing. What did she have in mind?

“Wanna come over and watch a movie? I’m kinda bored.”

I jumped into my car and headed straight for her house. She opened the door and was wearing an oversized zip-up hoodie and yoga pants. Barefoot.

“You want a drink?”

Straight whiskey, no chaser.

“You want some weed?”

She lights up a bong and takes a huge swig out of it.

I took a hit.

Don’t they test you?

“They usually do, but I should be fine.”

We put on the movie, but none of us were really paying attention. The weed hit her and she started becoming chatty. Eventually, it came up.

“Can I ask you a question?”

Here it comes. I’ve been preparing, but I was still nervous.

“What’s up with you?”

With me?

“Yeah. With all this.” And she pointed at the both of us.

Nothing. What do you mean?

“Come on,” she said with a nervous smirk, “You know what I mean.”

I played more dumb.

“I break up with your brother, and you come to me and wanna chat? What do you want?”

Nothing. What do you mean what do I want?

“It feels weird. Do you think we’re gonna hook up? We’re not hooking up.”

I don’t. And I truly didn’t.

“What is it then? Come on, be straight with me.”

I noticed her getting a little hot, her cheeks flushed. Was it the weed? It was getting a little stuffy in the room.

She unzipped her hoodie a little, and I could just see down her blouse.

You’re getting hot.

“It’s the weed. It gets to me.”

She looked at me expectantly. I couldn’t tell her, not yet. My silence was deafening.

“Fine. Don’t say anything.”

She took another long hit from the bong and went back to the movie.

She was not talking to me. Her eyes on the TV, and my eyes on her. She was getting hotter.

Two people were mating on the screen. Fucking so hard that I thought the girl was going to break.

“God I miss this.” She said under her breath.

Her nipples started getting hard. I touched her elbow and turned her to me. The weed was having this effect on her.

Let me help you.

She looked at me, conflicted and horny. She came close to kiss me, but I only kissed her head, and went down. I was on my knees in front of the couch, taking off her yoga pants. Her panties were already starting to get wet. I took them off and I could finally see her pussy. I opened her legs to see more of her wet pussy. The visions of her getting fucked by my brother’s big cock. This pussy had accepted my brother’s dick into it. Repeatedly. And was carved by his length and his girth after years of almost daily fucking. This pussy had wrapped its warmth around him and made him cum. This was the pussy that my brother came into, for years.

I dove right in and started eating. I was licking like a madman, trying to get every ounce of taste I could on my tongue. I wanted to taste her cumming. I made out with her pussy, getting as much of it on my lips and face as I could. I sucked on her clit. I flicked it with my tongue. I inserted my tongue as deep as it would go inside her. I grabbed her ass with both my hands while I was eating her out, pushing her pussy into my mouth from the bottom. I wanted to be as close to her pussy as I could.

She put her two hands on my head and told me to make her cum.

I started licking harder, encouraged by her moans and her squirming.

“Make me cum.”

I flicked more.

“Make me cum you fucking asshole.”

I licked like my life depended on it.

I felt her orgasm approaching.

“Don’t stop, that’s it right there. That’s it. That’s it.”

I kept the pressure up until she locked her thighs around my head, moaned hard and exploded inside my mouth. I could feel her sweet tangy wetness on my tongue, and I lapped it up as much as I could. My life was making her cum.

She finally let go of the thigh lock and collapsed on the couch.

“I needed that so bad.”

It felt like you did. It also feels like you need more.

She was still panting when she said “What?” with a breathy voice.

I dove in again and kept up the pressure. My life was making her cum. I keep eating until my jaw was stiff, and she came twice more in my mouth. She finally pushed me away when I went in for the fourth time and told me to stop, she couldn’t cum anymore.

The movie had been long over, we sat there looking at whatever else as playing, her panting and sweating in a mess and my face covered with her juices. I ran my finger around my mouth and jaw and licked up whatever I could get off my finger.

She saw me, raised up her eyebrows up but didn’t say anything. She went up to take a piss in the bathroom and came back with fresh panties.

“That was good. You’re good.”

She sat down next to me, feeling a little unsure of what’s happening next. I guessed she was expecting me to whip my cock out. I told her I didn’t expect anything. I told her I’m up for this anytime.

“I might hold you on to that.”

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum Idlikeonethrowaway.

[afagehi7]

Sounds more like you were cucking your brother... Sort of... Certainly violating the bro code.

This girl sounds like trouble... The kind of trouble men can't resist

[jrobb]

Idlikeonethrowaway,

Great start on what sounds like a fun journey. Well written!

JR

[nnjcpl2020]

Amazing beginning! More please!

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum nnjcpl2020.

[OOAA]

Hot entrance Please continue soon...

[Idlikeonethrowaway]

Hi guys, here's the continuation of my story. I'm busy with life and typing these up, but I'll answer some questions soon if you guys have any.

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The next few weeks we stopped meeting for coffee, and instead skipped straight to her house and me eating her out, every time. She would text me sometimes days in advance, and sometimes at last minute. At the end she dropped all pretense and just started texting me: “Come over and eat me.” I knew what that meant: I was gonna spend an hour eating her out, make her cum until she pushed me away, then leave. I was being thoroughly used, and I had no problem.

When we were done, she would sometimes tell me to stay if I want while she scrolled her Instagram or did chores around the house, and sometimes would ask me to leave because she had to go somewhere or something to do. She slowly become more vocal about what she liked and how to make her cum better, directing me and telling me what to do.

The fact that she was my brother’s ex-girlfriend was a fact that we both conveniently ignored, but eating her out and making her cum scratched an itch in my brain that made me want to keep doing it.

A few days passed and I didn’t get any texts. I was getting itchy. I initiated.

“Maybe tomorrow, busy today”

I got antsy. I jacked off 3 times to get my mind off it, but I couldn’t.

The next morning, I drove to her neighborhood. Told her I’m close by, can I come over?

“Give me an hour.”

I waited an hour and knocked on her door.

She opened it in a T-shirt and panties, holding a cup of coffee. She told me to come in.

I went inside and looked around for any signs. Besides a few pillows here and there, nothing was out of the ordinary.

She sat on the couch but instead of opening her legs, she put them together, expecting to talk. I got on my knees and slowly tried to pry them apart, but she kept them closed and said no.

I told her I wanted to. She said not today. I knew she wasn’t on her period. Why?

“I was with someone.”

My cock stirred. Boyfriend?

“Just a guy. might become a fuckbuddy.”

My cock stirred. When?

“I told him to leave when you texted.”

My cock was now raging. Did you shower?

“Not yet.”

I pounced on her panties and took them off her.

“Jason, wait, no, I’m not clean”

I opened her legs and started licking. Her pussy tasted different, probably because of all the fucking she had just endured. I needed to taste her more. I needed to envelop my senses with her pussy. She technically wasn’t cheating on me, but it felt like I wanted to reclaim her cheating pussy for myself. I want to make her cum. I wanted to make her pussy cream, like it creamed all over his cock. I started having those familiar visions of her. She was riding him. In my mind he was big and muscled, with a massive dick. He picked her up and slammed her against the wall, and fucked his thick cock into her cheating pussy. Making her moan and scream his name.

I looked at her face and she wasn’t really understanding what was happening, but she went along with it. She was getting her pleasure out of this. Her familiar face moaning made me think of how she moaned with him. How long she fucked him. How did he take her. What did he do to her.

She went back to her familiar pose, directing me and telling me what to do.

I followed her instructions. Then she started talking.

“Did you miss this pussy?”

I did. So much.

“Tell me.”

I missed this pussy. I missed your pussy. I missed eating you out and making you cum.

“You like making me cum.”

I do. I love making you cum.

“What else do you like?”

I like licking you.

“Keep going.”

I like kissing your pussy. And tasting you.

“Mmmm…”

Now was the time to take the next step. I needed to choose my words carefully, and the best way was to use her words.

I like when you’re not clean, I said while licking.

She pushed my head away and looked at me. I looked up at her. I was on my knees, and I had just told her that I liked her well fucked, and my face was full of her pussy juice.

“Eat it then. Eat my used pussy.”

She lifted her ass to put her pussy in my mouth and I just lost it. I was eating her out while humping the air, trying to get any kind of stimulation on my cock.

“Make me cum then you dirty fucker,” She said while rubbing her pussy on my lips.

“If you like a dirty pussy then make me cum.”

I was lapping at her pussy like a dog, frantically trying to get her to cum in my mouth. I was desperate to taste her sweet pussy juice on my tongue. I needed to make her cum. My life was making her cum.

She locked her thighs around my head and started bucking. Her pussy was cumming and it was giving me its cum, telling me to drink it all. I licked as much as I could, swallowed as much as I could, and licked around her sore, well-fucked pussy.

Her orgasm subsided and I started slowly kissing her pussy, and licking it lightly, soothing her raw pussy. I just wanted to make her feel as calm and relaxed as possible.

“That was so good.”

It was. We stayed in awkward silence, looking at each other.

“What was that?”

I looked at her, not knowing what to say.

She told me to come and we lied down together on the couch. My head was on her stomach and she was playing with my hair. She had this complete look of satisfaction on her face. She got fucked by a stud, then eaten out by me, so her brain was spurting feel-good chemicals on overdrive and was making her feel high.

“I liked that.”

Me too. Can I ask you a question? Where did he cum?

She hesitated.

“On my belly.”

I looked at her, then started slowly kissing her belly. I wanted to make her feel as good and as accepted as I could.

She kept playing with my hair and not asking questions, but I knew they were coming eventually.

[SamWarrens]

You need to finish this. Its good.

[bubbajack]

"My life was making her cum"

Great line