How I Seduced My Younger Brother
I, Leila, found myself in a state of unbearable loneliness and insatiable lust. Born and raised in the UK, I was a product of both Eastern and Western cultures, a blend that made me both outgoing and fiercely independent. At 22,
I, Leila, found myself in a state of unbearable loneliness and insatiable lust. Born and raised in the UK, I was a product of both Eastern and Western cultures, a blend that made me both outgoing and fiercely independent. At 22, I had a body that could make any man weak at the knees, with 36C breasts, firm nipples, and a curvaceous backside that drove men wild. My English boyfriend, Jake, was away for the summer, leaving me to fend for myself in the throes of my sexual hunger.
My family consisted of my parents and my two younger brothers, Amir (19) and Karim (18). We lived in a sprawling mansion on the outskirts of the city, a place where secrets and desires often collided. With Jake gone, I found myself using bananas and cucumbers to satisfy my cravings, but it was never enough. I yearned for the real thing, a hard cock to fill my empty pussy.
One sweltering afternoon, I lay on my bed, thinking of Jake and how I would spend the long, lonely days without him. I rolled off the bed, slipped into a sheer silk robe, and headed for the shower. The bathroom door was closed, and I could hear the shower running inside. My annoyance turned to curiosity as I knelt and peered through the keyhole.
"Oh, my God!" I gasped.
It was my 19-year-old brother, Amir, and he was jacking off. The shower was running, but he wasn't taking a shower. He was standing before the sink, a large color photo of a naked woman propped in front of him. He was staring at the picture, his hand pumping his cock with feverish intensity.
I stifled a giggle. Amir was always so proper and well-behaved, but here he was, his face flushed with lust, his cock hard and throbbing. The woman in the photo had massive tits and her legs were spread wide, revealing her glistening pussy. She was stroking herself, her eyes half-closed in pleasure. Amir was beating his meat, his face contorted with lusty delight.
I felt a surge of arousal as I watched him. Even though I had just satisfied myself with a cucumber, the sight of my brother's hard cock made me wet with desire. Amir's prick was impressive, almost as thick and long as Jake's. He was pumping it furiously, his breath coming in harsh gasps.
"Unnnhhhhh, shit, unnnhhhhh," Amir groaned, his face twisted with ecstasy.
He was close, his body tensing, his cock swelling. I watched in rapt attention as a long jet of cum spurted from his cock, hitting the woman's tits and trickling down over her pussy. Amir moaned, milking his spurting cock, sending more jets of sperm at the photo until it was covered in his sticky seed.
I rubbed my pussy furiously as I watched, imagining his cock inside me, filling me, satisfying my deep hunger. I had the sudden urge to rush in and suck the rest of his cum from his balls, but I held back, not wanting to scare him off. I waited until he had finished, wiping his cock clean and pulling up his jeans.
I called out to him, "Hurry up, Amir. I want to take a shower."
"Uh, okay, Leila," he stammered, grabbing the cum-streaked photo and stuffing it under his t-shirt.
He was still flushed when he opened the door, finding me standing there in my sheer robe. It was open just enough for him to see that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. My nipple peeked out, and he could see the shadow of my pussy hair through the thin material.
"You forgot to turn off the shower, Amir," I said, grinning as I watched his eyes roam over my body.
"Oh, yeah," he said dazedly.
"Never mind, I'll get it," I replied, turning sideways to get past him. As I brushed against him, I felt his hard nipple against my chest, and I saw the bulge in his jeans.
"By the way," I said casually, "how about going to the beach with me this afternoon?"
"Er... yeah, that'd be nice," he stammered, his eyes still fixed on my body.
"Good," I said, closing the door on him. "We'll go in about half an hour."
For our trip to the beach, I chose a minuscule bikini that left little to the imagination. My parents hadn't seen it yet, and they never would. I knew they'd freak if they saw me in it. I put on a sheer cover-up over the bikini when I went to ask for the car keys.
"All right, dear," my mother agreed. "But be sure you and Amir are back in time for dinner."
"Yes, ma'am," I said with a big smile.
That gave me four hours, and I figured I'd have no trouble seducing my horny young brother in that amount of time. As we drove to the beach, I asked Amir about his school year, and he rambled on about his activities and classes. But I suspected there was more to the story. I steered the conversation around to his ex-girlfriend and found out they had split up about two months ago.
"So, little brother," I said, turning to him with a wicked grin. "Does that mean you've been jacking off for two months?"
"Leila!" he exclaimed, his face turning red. "What kind of question is that to ask your own brother?"
"A perfectly straightforward one, I would have thought," I replied, enjoying his discomfort. "Come on, Amir. You can tell me. Do you or don't you?"
"I... ahh... I've... ummmm... Jesus, Leila! Can we change the subject?"
"No, I don't think so," I said, my voice laced with seduction. "I want to know. Do you or don't you jack off?"
"Look, Leila, can we just drop it?" he growled, staring out the window.
"I don't think so," I purred, leaning over to whisper in his ear. "I want to know if my little brother is as horny as I am."
"Leila, please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desire.
"Tell me, Amir," I insisted, my hand resting on his thigh, inching closer to his crotch. "Do you jack off?"
"Yes, okay?" he admitted, his breath hitching as my fingers brushed against his growing bulge. "I jack off. Are you happy now?"
"Very," I smiled, my hand stroking his hard cock through his jeans. "Because I have a proposition for you."
"W-what kind of proposition?" he stammered, his eyes wide with surprise and lust.
"The kind that involves you and me," I said, my voice low and sultry. "The kind that involves your hard cock and my wet pussy."
"Leila, you can't be serious," he gasped, his body trembling with excitement.
"Dead serious," I replied, unzipping his jeans and pulling out his throbbing cock. "I want you, Amir. I want you to fuck me."
I parked the car in a secluded spot by the beach, and Amir helped me spread out a blanket. As we stripped off our cover-ups, I noticed that Amir was wearing a conservative pair of swimming trunks, but his cock was tenting the material, eager and ready. When he saw me in my skimpy bikini, his mouth dropped open.
"Jesus, Leila, that's some bikini!" he exclaimed, his eyes roaming over my exposed flesh.
"Thanks," I smiled, doing a sexy little pirouette, my firm tits and ass bouncing provocatively. "I'm glad it meets your approval, little brother."
Amir took another long, hungry look at my body, his cock straining against his trunks. I went to stretch out on the blanket, and he followed, his eyes never leaving my body. I could see the desire in his eyes, the same desire that was burning in my own.
"What happened to your tan?" I asked, running my fingers through his hair. "Don't you ever get outdoors?"
"Aw, I've been too busy studying," he sighed, his body pressing against mine.
"Poor Amir, never has any fun," I mocked, my hand slipping into his trunks, wrapping around his hard cock. "I think it's time someone gave you a little fun."
He shivered with excitement as I stroked him, his breath coming in ragged gasps. I leaned in, my lips finding his in a passionate kiss. He moaned, his body melting into mine, his cock throbbing in my hand. I broke the kiss, leaving him flushed and blinking, and I noticed that my plan was working very well. His cock was rock hard, ready to fuck.
"Wow, feel that sun," I said, removing my bikini top, revealing my firm, high-riding tits. "I hate to get strap marks in my tan."
Amir's mouth dropped open even farther, his eyes feasting on my naked breasts. I stretched out on my back, letting him ogle my body, my nipples hardening under his gaze. I could see the lust in his eyes, the same lust that was burning in my own.
"Well, what do you think, Amir?" I purred, my hand stroking his cock. "Can your big sister kiss, or what?"
He just nodded, too shaken up to speak. I smiled, my hand moving to his trunks, pushing them down, revealing his thick, throbbing cock. I wrapped my lips around it, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his shaft.
"Leila," he moaned, his hips bucking, his cock throbbing in my mouth. "Oh, God, Leila."
I sucked him deeply, my head bobbing up and down, my hand stroking his shaft in time with my mouth. He was close, his body tensing, his cock swelling. I pulled off him, my breath coming in ragged gasps, my pussy dripping with desire.
"Fuck me, Amir," I begged, my body writhing with need. "Fuck me now."
He didn't need to be told twice. He flipped me onto my stomach, his body covering mine, his cock pressing against my ass. I arched my back, pushing my pussy against him, begging for his cock. He entered me with a single thrust, his cock filling me, satisfying my deep hunger.
"Oh, God, Amir," I moaned, my body convulsing with pleasure. "Fuck me. Fuck me hard."
He obeyed, his hips slamming against mine, his cock pounding into me with fierce intensity. I came with a scream, my body convulsing, my pussy milking his cock. He followed soon after, his body tensing, his cock pulsing inside me, filling me with his hot cum.
As we lay there, our bodies entwined, our breath slowly returning to normal, I knew that this was just the beginning. Our desire for each other was insatiable, our passion for each other unquenchable. And as long as we had each other, we would continue to explore the depths of our forbidden love, to indulge in our secret passion, to savor the taste of each other's forbidden fruit. Our encounters became more frequent, more passionate, our desire for each other growing with each touch, each kiss, each fuck. And as the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, our love for each other only grew stronger, our passion for each other only more intense. We were bound by our desire, our love, our forbidden passion, and nothing could tear us apart. Our story was one of taboo, of forbidden love, of passion and desire, and we embraced it with open arms, our hearts and bodies entwined in a dance of ecstasy and pleasure.
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