A BDSM Brother/Sister Incest Erotica Short Story with BDSM (collaring, ball gag, candle wax play), praise kink, first time anal with him (prepared with toys in the past), mild-edging.
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“Don’t do it, Freya. He’ll know,” I say to myself while putting on a deep red, almost purple, lipstick. I smooth out my peach skin-tight dress, then glance in the mirror over my shoulder, where the new anal toy sits on my nightstand. It’s still in the box. My body buzzes in anticipation. “He’ll use it against you.”
I know that about Zavier. He loves any opportunity to use me. Of course, we agreed to that when I was just a freshman on campus and joined my brother at the same university.
That was a year ago and I learned all about the power I feel in obedience, exploring his kinks and mine. He would walk up to me while I was in the library or hanging out with my friends at the batting cages near campus and would drag me somewhere semi-isolated, pull out his cock, and tell me it was time for a blow job.
Because that’s how Zavier is. If he wants me, he knows how to get me—calling me his good girl, telling me he doesn’t want someone else when I fit him so perfectly, purring in my ear, or using his authoritative, intense voice until I’m dripping wet for him and so eager to earn more praise. There’s nothing I won’t do for my older brother.
And knowing all that about him, I’m still considering putting that plug in my ass before going to his frat for the party of the year.
I press my lips together and make sure they look plump and kissable, then slowly walk towards the anal plug. He’s been wanting to try fucking my ass and he’s used toys, so I know that it can feel good, but this would be the biggest toy. It would be like agreeing to open that door with him.
He’s never forced it, never pressured me into it even when we started using toys. But I want to give it to him. I want him to praise me, to push the envelope a little further, want to surprise him.
It’s taken me a while to get used to this dynamic; guilt and shame about fucking my older brother quickly went away the more orgasms he gave me. It’s easy to ignore the good stuff when you’re having amazing sex. We still need to be careful, though; getting caught is not something either of us wants. Though I have to admit, the fear of getting caught adds to the thrill of it.
“Come on, Freya! We’re going to be more than fashionably late!” Kate, my best friend and sorority sister, yells.
“Yeah! Stop masturbating and cross your fingers you’re going to get laid tonight!” Macy yells.
I roll my eyes, then unwrap the anal toy. It’s definitely thicker than I’m used to. I test out the buzzing feature and lick my bottom lip. It’s too loud to turn that on ... yet.
Taking a breath, I grab some lube and bend over my bed while easing my panties down. I spread the lube over the toy, then over my ass. The gel warms my skin until I’m panting. One bead of it rolls over my pussy, making me squirm.
I take a deep breath, will my body to relax, then slowly ease the toy into my ass. When it gets to the thickest part, I smother my moan in my bed, biting the comforter. It’s definitely a challenge, so I take it slow, remembering how Zavier does it.
Sliding the toy out, I ease it back in, hearing his deep, gravelly voice purr ‘good girl’ in my head. After a few seconds, maybe minutes, the whole toy fills me. Thick and impossible to ignore, I’m not sure how I’m going to be able to handle wearing it at the party.
I adjust my panties, smooth down my dress, making sure that the flat part outside my asshole doesn’t show, then walk down the stairs, trying not to gasp with each step. Macy and Kate are both staring at their phones until I join them, feeling hot all over, hyperaware that my ass is completely filled and my pussy is achingly empty.
“I’m ready,” I say in a low breathy voice.
“So you were masturbating,” Macy huffs. “It’s obvious with that blush.”
“Ignore her,” Kate says gently. “We’re going to get buzzed, dance, have plenty of fun, and see Zavier… ohh, just saying his name makes me tingle all over.”
“Eeew, that’s my brother…” I say, feigning disgust. That’s the one part of being with Zavier that’s bothering me. My friends drool over the hot senior and football college star athlete and I have to pretend to be indifferent towards him.
I don’t blame them. His thick, dark, curly hair, those intense blue eyes, olive skin, and the muscle that’s so obvious in his arms and thighs. He has a nice ass too. I should know. I’ve grabbed it enough when he was deep in my throat.
“You’re so in your head, Freya,” Kate says, taking my hand and dragging me out the door. “What are we drinking tonight?”
“I might do a shot or two, but I’m thinking of sticking to beer. You know?” I say, trying to ignore the plug as it moves in me with every ... single ... step. “I just don’t want to get completely trashed.”
“Oh, yeah. Obviously. Hangovers are the worst. Plus, if we’re getting laid, we want to remember it or not do it,” Kate teases.
“Exactly,” I say with the best smile I can manage. “And I’m definitely hoping to get some tonight.”