When the Need Strikes – Chapter 4

I was painting my nails when my brother barged in. Normally he’ll knock first, but today he had a strange look in his eye.

A look that suggested he wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Of course, so far, no had never been my answer. I told you—when I’ve got regular contact with a dick, I just get so horny, and even the fact that it was my brother’s hadn’t slowed me down. I’d come home one day with a startling revelation—the more we fought against our urges, the harder it was going to get. The only way to beat this thing was just to do what we had to do—use each other to get off, at every opportunity.

And so I’d started going to Craig every time I was turned on (which, as I mentioned, was a lot) and not leaving until I’d jerked him off.

Something about holding a cock in my hand is so fucking sexy, and the only thing that would have made it better was taking it in my mouth…

So…I had.

I’d started by just swallowing his load (another of my favorite things to do) but the more I got to hold it, the more I wanted to taste it. Pretty soon, I was putting Craig’s cock in my mouth at the earliest opportunity.

Last night…last night I may have pushed it too far.

Craig, of course, was so nervous about the whole “incest” thing. I, on the other hand, had managed to convince myself that it wasn’t incest, it was just two people in need getting each other off.

My kid brother, he wasn’t as level-headed about the whole thing.

I tried not to push it, I tried to move at a pace that he was comfortable with, but last night I just said fuck it—I was horny, and he was the only way I was going to get off.

He’d freaked out, of course, and so I’d tried to mollify him with some boob action. What guy doesn’t like breasts, am I right?

Well, after that, he was so turned on that I didn’t even pretend to start with a handy. I just took his cock in my mouth, and gave him the best blow-job I know how to give.

A few minutes later, he was blowing his load on my tits. Fuck…I’m getting turned on just thinking about it. Why is it so hot, having a guy blow his load all over your body? There’s something so masculine about it—like he’s marking you as his property or something.

Anyway, he’d avoided eye contact with me all morning, and so I couldn’t help but be excited when he burst into my room that night, a fierce look on his face.

“Get up,” he growled, and I eagerly obeyed.

I don’t know what had gotten into Craig, but he looked…

Furious wasn’t the right word for it. No, he didn’t look angry, he wasn’t mad, he just seemed to be so…so…

Assertive. Dominant.

A thrill ran up my spine at the thought of Craig dominating me, and I missed what he said.

“Pardon?” I asked politely, and he rolled his eyes and sat on my bed.

“Sit,” he said, and when I went to sit next to him, shook his head.

“Not there.”

I hesitated, and—clearly impatient—Craig pulled me onto his lap, bending me over like a child.

“Look,” he hissed into my ear, “I don’t know what you thought you were playing at last night, but that wasn’t on, okay?”

“Um…” I replied, and he sharply swatted my behind in response.

I’d never been spanked as a kid, but some of my ex-boyfriends had been really into it…and so had I.

“Oh!” I squealed.

“Now listen,” Craig said. “This isn’t sex.”

He continued to spank me as he spoke, and I grew wetter and wetter.

“This is just two people helping each other out, okay? Don’t even think of us like brother and sister. I’m just a man, and you’re just a woman. And what were women designed to do?”

I was too busy moaning with pleasure to answer.

“What were women designed to do?” he repeated, punctuating each word with his hand on my butt.

“Pleasure men,” I panted in response.

“That’s right,” he said, standing up and depositing me on the floor. I looked up to the delicious sight of him lowering his pants, his hard cock coming into view.

Neither of us said a word—he just grabbed me by the hair and guided my mouth to his cock. I took his hardness inside my mouth, and enthusiastically did all that I could to get him off.

He treated me as if I wasn’t even a person, as if I were just a wet hole to be used for his pleasure, fucking my face as hard as he could. I felt so dirty, so used…and I loved it. Before long, he was cumming in my mouth, and when we was done, he picked me up and threw me on the bed.

I watched, wide-eyed, as he spread my legs, flipped my skirt up, ripped my panties off, and dove in-between my legs, fucking me with his fingers, and then leaning down to use his mouth on me.

“Craig!” I cried in pleasure. “But…I thought…”

“Shut up,” he said, withdrawing his hand and spanking me neatly on the pussy. “I told you—we’re not brother and sister. If we go down that path, we’ll never get through this month. We’re just a man and a woman with a convenient arrangement, okay?”

“Okay,” I said with a whimper of pleasure. My mind was spinning—if we were treating each other like strangers, did that mean we had to stop at just oral?