Great writing and great story of course but how come these experiences happen to only some of us - well at least it did so we can enjoy the fruits of your adventures.

 

Wow

Wow, I'm new here ( :wall: ) and I was looking for great stories to read, I've read 16 stories so far and this is the BEST, I highly encourage you to keep writing this story!!!

 

Part 16

Things were moving along. Ben was fucking me to orgasm with the screwdriver handle. That first time, I was embarrassed that he witnessed it, but there was nothing I could do about it. He was increasingly rough with me, and that seemed to speed things up. It didn't happen every time, because sometimes he'd cum himself before getting me off, and that would signal the end of the day's fun, leaving me frustrated. After that, it's hard to know if Ben was bringing me to orgasm deliberately, or (conversely) if he was leaving me frustrated deliberately, or if it was all down to luck and and he never thought anything about it. I really don't know.

He wasn't rough with me during his night time visits, and that would frustrate me again, but maybe he thought if I orgasmed at night I'd "wake up" and spoil his thigh fucking fun. Of course, at the time, I would usually have had one orgasm already, using my wooden cock, but I'd still feel frustrated. Now that I knew how good orgasms were, it was incredibly addictive, and it was also incredibly frustrating to have my pussy played with and not reach a satisfying climax.

With the blindfold a regular part of his after-school routine now, I was unaware of some of the things he did. I remember on a couple of occassions he peed into a plastic bottle. Not for any deviant sexual purposes, but simply because he needed to pee and couldn't risk leaving me there tied up and half naked while he ran to the toilet. I could hear it and I could smell it but I guess he hid it when he finished and emptied it at a later time. Other times, I'd hear him moving around, before or after he touched me, and I had no idea what he was doing, although some things became clear later.

But, as I said, things were changing between Ben and me. When he wasn't using me as a sex toy, we weren't as close as before, and he wasn't as much fun to be around as he used to be. He never talked about Mark and the other boys I hung out with at school, though I knew he didn't like it. They weren't "bad boys" or bullies, or anything like that - just regular boys. When George and the others came home, and it was no longer just the two of us, Ben became more sullen and reclusive, so I was spending a lot more time in my room with George, messing around, while Ben retreated to his room. At the time, my oldest brother, Danny, who Ben shared with, was staying out a lot and missing meals and coming home later and later, so Ben was on his own a lot. Again, I never really noticed a lot of this while it was happening, at least not in the beginning.

George occupied most of my time when he was home. He was very out-going and confident for his age and I don't think he ever liked doing things alone, like reading or playing computer games on his own. In many ways, he was the opposite of Ben, and he always appeared to be bright and happy. I liked being around him, as his sense of fun was infectious. In my room, we played all sorts of games, but sometimes he'd just talk for ages, telling me about what he'd been up to with his mates and stuff. He made everything sound like an adventure. We played board games and card games and George would blatantly cheat or change the rules to suit him, but I didn't care and would let him get on with it. I remember we'd act out scenes from movies and make up silly songs, and all sorts of things. Whatever George wanted to do, I went along with.

As with my earlier relationship with Ben, I allowed George to dictate what we did and when we did it. It happened when we were out in the park or in the woods at weekends, and it was the same when we were playing in my room. Seeing George happy made me happy, I guess. At the time, I didn't see a pattern emerging, but I don't know if I would have stopped it if I had. We did wrestle sometimes, but I never put up much of a fight. Whether that was because I was so used to surrendering to Ben or not, I can't say. Back then, George wasn't big (he would soon grow) but he was still stronger than me. And, of course, he tied me up sometimes too. Him and his friends did it in the woods and George was doing it more and more at home. I guess I knew we couldn't do the naughty things me and Ben did, because there was too much danger of being caught, as we were downstairs and there were too many people around in the evenings. Anyway, I didn't think George was old enough to think about girls and sex and all that yet.

I suppose it was inevitable that the feelings I had being tied up by George would somehow echo the feelings I had when Ben tied me up and did his stuff. After all, I was once more helpless and at the mercy of a boy. Even though there was nothing sexual in George's early bondage play, my pussy got wet anyway. I guess my body started to equate being tied up with sex. The difference is that Ben tied me up for a reason and didn't need to be very inventive, but George was. He tied me up in a hundred different ways. He gagged me and blindfolded me too, if he felt like it. Sometimes he'd leave me bound and helpless while he went to the toilet or went to get a snack or something, Sometimes he'd come back and feed me bits of food, which he thought was funny, as it high-lighted my helplessness. He even made me eat things I hated, like peanut butter or Marmite, or weird combinations of food. And, even though it wasn't sexual, George would, if he felt like it, lift up my skirt and look at my panties. It was more to embarrass me than for sexual reasons and he'd laugh and say things like, "Mum, Bella's showing off her knickers again," quite loud, and sometimes my Mum would answer back, "Bella, stop showing off your knickers," from the front room. I also remember Mum poking her head in to tell George to go to bed, and she'd see me tied up in some bizarre fashion and she'd simply say, "George, untie your sister and get upstairs to bed." This happened over a period of time. Unlike Ben, who had been shy and nervous in those early days, George never lacked for confidence and was far bolder in his treatment of me. He didn't tie me up every night, but he clearly enjoyed having his big sister at his mercy.

With Ben sometimes making me cum now during our after-school fun, I felt the need to run to the bathroom across the hallway after he'd untied me to clean myself up. This made him nervous at first, as he was constantly worried about me running downstairs and telling Mum what we'd been doing. But I daren't leave it as it was, or I'd be caught out for sure, and he never bothered to clean me up himself.

I don't know how long Ben had been fucking my thighs at night. I thought he'd do something similar during our after-school fun, but he seemed happy to masturbate using his hand. One night, he came into my room as usual and I was laying on my back, waiting for him. I would have my eyes closed most of the time, but I'd sneak looks now and then, when I thought he wasn't watching me. I knew the routine well and still got a thrill out of it, even if his finger-fucking left me frustrated lately. But Ben was in the mood for something different that night. He still knelt by the bed and slowly worked my panties down and off, and he still spread my legs and fingered me as I whimpered quietly and stared up at the ceiling. But he didn't climb into bed with me like before. This time, he stood up and stood over me and rubbed the tip of his cock against my lips. I could feel his wet pre-cum on me, though I didn't know what it was at the time. I so wanted to see Ben's cock, but knew he'd be looking at my face, so I continued to keep my eyes closed, feigning sleep. He pressed the tip of his cock against my lips and it slipped into my mouth. This was new. Ben had been fucking my thighs for so long, it was a genuine shock when he suddenly put his cock in my mouth like that. My bed was against the wall and he sort of leaned over me, his hands against the wall, as he eased his cock into my mouth.

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Thanks again for all the encouragement and support. I'm truly amazed that so many people are sticking with this, despite the lack of any actual sex. My writing seems much more formal than how I write fiction, but I seem to be stuck with it now. Even the title is quite formal, and I think I should have gone with something cooler and sexier, like "My brothers' slut" or "Sex slave to for my brothers" or something. Anyway, more soon.

 

I think he's finally getting somewhere.

 

Sex isn't just penetration, and although there's been no actual fucking yet I find every chapter to be sexy.
Giving us the entire background, and explaining how you felt at the time makes the sex scenes so much more effective in my opinion.
That's what I try to do with my fictional characters.
I've loved this from the start, and I'm still a fan.
Keep it up, and I'll keep reading.
:excited:

 

Oh...Wow...Left me hanging again...I think I like that. :excited:

 

Superb - again. Thanks.

 

Really enjoying

Very, very erotic Bella, please don't stop

 

This is great! It gets better with each part:excited:

 

Part 17

As Ben eased his cock between my teeth, I opened my mouth wider to make it easier for him, while at the same time trying not to be too obvious about it. It felt weird having my brother's cock in my mouth. It was only in a couple of inches I guess, but I could taste him on my tongue. Then he took it out again, and I thought that was it and he'd go back to fucking my thighs, but he wasn't done with my mouth yet. He picked up the t-shirt he'd been wearing and draped it carefully over my eyes, like a blindfold. Then he put his cock against my lips once more and I immediately opened my mouth again, allowing him to push his cock inside. Ben was leaning over me again, supporting himself against the wall on the other side of the bed. I could hear him breathing heavily as he moved his hips slightly, rubbing the tip of his cock against my tongue. It was difficult, keeping my mouth open for him like that, but I did it anyway. His cock was twitching in my mouth. I had my eyes open, but couldn't see anything, because of the t-shirt covering them. Ben seemed content to just stay like that, hovering over me, no doubt feeling my warm breath on his cock. He was side-on to me, standing to the right of my head. I had trouble keeping my mouth open, and I had a build up of saliva in my mouth. I stirred slightly in my "sleep" just to move my aching jaw, and swallow the saliva. The effect was that I unintentionally sucked on Ben's cock, causing Ben to moan as my lips momentarily fastened around his cock. After that, Ben continued to stay as he was, moving his cock lightly against my tongue. It seemed to go on for ages, and I found myself repeating the slight sucking motion, and again Ben moaned. I think Ben liked it but he couldn't stand there all night, so he eventually removed his cock from my mouth. I thought again that he would go back to doing what he'd done countless nights before, but instead he remained leaning over me and I heard a sound I knew well from our after-school games - Ben was masturbating. His breathing was heavier now and the bed was rocking slightly, and I knew it wouldn't be long until he shot his load.

I had never seen Ben masturbate, of course. The closest I came was when he used to sit on me with his back to me and I'd see his arm moving up and down. Despite all the times he'd cum on me, I'd never actually seen it happen. I'd felt his cum on my thighs and between my legs, but now it suddenly dawned on me that he was going to cum on my face. Well, the part that wasn't covered by the t-shirt, anyway. And he did. I don't know if he was aiming or not, but the first spurt hit my chin, quickly followed by the second spurt landing on my lips, and some in my mouth. He was sort of grunting now as he carried on stroking his cock, shooting his spunk all over me. I didn't think it was going to end. I just lay there, my lips parted slightly, letting him get on with it.

When he finished, he remained leaning over me, holding onto the wall for support as he got his breath back. It felt like the whole lower half of my face was covered in cum, as well as some on my neck too. I swallowed what was in my mouth, but otherwise didn't move. Ben eventually stood up and I heard him pulling on his shorts. Then he gently removed the t-shirt from my eyes. I had, of course, closed my eyes again, still playing at being asleep. I got the feeling Ben was looking at me for a while, but then he started to wipe my face with the t-shirt, cleaning me up a bit. I don't know how clearly he could see me in the semi-darkness of my room, but he wiped my face, neck and even my hair. Then he did something he hadn't done in ages - he kissed me. Then he was gone.

I lay there as I listened to him returning to his room. His bedroom was directly above mine and some nights I could even hear him getting into bed. Even though I was sure he would never make two visits in one night, I still waited a while before I sat up and turned on the light. I could taste his cum in my mouth. I got out of bed and went to my dressing table, to check myself out in the mirror. He'd done a pretty good job of cleaning me up, but there were still bits he missed, so I used a towel to finish the job. Some had even gotten up my nose, so I couldn't get away from the smell of it, but I didn't mind anyway. I wondered if this was going to be a regular thing. I sort of hoped not. I mean, I liked it, and tasting his cum straight from the source was even better than scooping it up off my thighs and licking it, but I would definitely miss the weight and warmth of his naked body on top of me, and the feel of his hard cock between my legs. I'd especially liked the feel of his cock as it moved up and down between my thighs, especially when it started pumping his cum all over me. Besides, I figured fucking my thighs had to be more exciting to him than using his hand and cumming on my face.

The kiss on the lips had surprised me. It had been so gentle and loving. When we kissed before, we had kissed in so many ways. Some of it was hard and passionate, and some of it had been slow and sensuous. I missed the intimacy of our kissing. I guess, when it was happening, I never expected it to end, at least not until we were older and had proper boyfriends and girlfriends. Although I'd been too shocked to return his kiss, and it hadn't lasted very long, I thought more about that kiss than the fact that my brother had put his cock in my mouth and then cum on my face.

The weekend came. I went into town with Ben, as usual. Even though we weren't as close as before, we still did the same things together. We were set in our ways, I guess. Sometimes we'd bump into people I knew from school, and it was always slightly uncomfortable, as they were usually hanging out with their friends and I was hanging out with my older brother. Everyone knew my situation, of course, and knew of my Dad's restrictions on me, but it was still awkward, especially for Ben, who wasn't the most sociable person, even at the best of times. He'd just stand there, bored, waiting for me to finish so we could get on with what we were doing. It was worse when the subject of my "boyfriend" Mark came up, and Ben would wander off to find something interesting to look at in a shop window until I was done. Of course, me and Ben never talked about Mark, just as we never talked about what Ben did to me after school and at night.

The weekends were generally, at the time, sex-free zones, even at night, especially Saturdays. Maybe it had to do with my Dad staying up later on Saturday nights, as he didn't work Sundays, but I can't see that it would make much of a difference. During the day, of course, nothing happened at all. We just didn't have the alone time at home to chance it.

Sundays, I usually went to the park with George and his friends. Sometimes my twin brother, Martin, would play football too. Danny and Ben used to, but not any more. The games looked totally disorganized to me and could have any number of players, featuring boys of all ages. Even when I was allowed to play, I never knew who was on my team. Boys would join in or leave as and when they wanted and the scores could get ridiculous. The regular joke, with me being a girl, was a lot of boys asking to swap shirts with me at the end of the game, like the professionals do. If I had a pound for every time I heard that, I'd be rich.

The local park had three full-size football pitches, where the adults played, as well as a cricket pitch for the summer and a children's play area. Beyond that, through a hole in the railings, was a wooded area where George and his friends would take me to play army games or pirates or whatever. There was also a proper forest we went to sometimes, but that was quite a distance away, and we'd go there on our bikes. George loved being outdoors with his friends, even when the weather was bad. I didn't mind when the weather was nice, but being tied to a tree when it was cold wasn't any fun. We also had an abandoned building we played in if it was raining. It was boarded up, but we knew a way in. I think it might have been a garage, as it had a couple of big holes in the floor so mechanics can work on the underside of a car. Also, it smelled strongly of petrol.

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Thanks again for all your kind comments and PMs. I hope you don't find the non-sexual aspects of my life too dull and uninteresting. Some of it is probably irrelevant, but some of it will be useful background to know later - I think. Anyway, I'll carry on and hopefully it will all work out.

 

I Love this

 

Just Right

I think you have the balence just right, great story, looking forward to the next installment!

 

I have been following your story from the start and love it. It certainly has the ring of truth to it which turns me even more. Would like to see you post more often but I will read whatever you post eagerly.

 

The story is going nicely and is perfectly balanced. Will be anxiously await the next chapter.

 

Wow wow wow wow wow omg.

 

Great story.

 

Very well written.. there must be more..

 

You sure know how to keep the readers wanting more. I like how each chapter has just enough to grab your attention. Will be looking forward to reading more!!

 

It’s been 9 years since she has posted, pretty sure she left us all hanging
I would love to read more.