AUTHOR: T. A. BEAU

TITLE: My Brother Takes My Anal Virginity At a Frat Party

SUBTITLE: 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.

Copyright © 2024 T. A. BEAU

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WORD COUNT: 6000 words

“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.”

“It’s been such a boring semester. All school work and sorority events. I’ve missed just getting to exist, you know? To have fun without worrying who has a camera and who’s watching,” Kate continues.

I want to listen. I love my bestie and I always want her to be able to vent while knowing I’ll listen, but the anal plug is pure distraction. Just like thinking of Zavier’s reaction once he sees it in me. And I’m sure he will. He’ll know just by looking at my face that something is up and demand answers until I bend over and show him.

“Since breaking up with Keith, I feel like my life has gotten so boring. Not because I’m not whole without a guy or anything, it’s just that he was such an extrovert and so spontaneous, you know? We were constantly doing something, going somewhere. I miss it,” Kate sighs.

“Well, we can do things like that. I know I’m not exactly spontaneous, but I’ve been trying to get you to go to the pier with me so we can ride the rides,” I remind.

We keep talking about what we can do over spring break, all the places we can go and things we can try until we get to the frat house.

It’s definitely set up for a party. Colored lights are shining everywhere, loud music pulsing through the house until it feels like it’s moving to the beat like the people inside. Someone yells and everyone drinks.

Kate bounces and drags me inside.

This house is only two streets down from where we live. How did we not hear all this going on from right outside? I head inside and any time I step, any time someone jostles me, the plug moves inside me. I reach down to make sure it’s still not showing and press the little button that makes it start buzzing.

I’m torturing myself, I know that, but fuck, it feels so good.

Kate and I do a shot of tequila each, then start dancing between guys. We move between partners, not caring who we’re dancing with as long as she and I are close enough to see each other. When a guy tries to feel me up, I push his hand away and give him a teasing shake of my head.

He chuckles. “No need to tease, baby. I’m more than happy to make your dreams come true.”

“I almost believe that,” I say before wandering around, only half looking for Zavier.

I want to text him, but at the same time, I don’t want to seem desperate. It’s only been like a week or so since we last went at it-when he introduced me to a ball gag. I groan at the memory and bump against a wall, making the toy in my ass vibrate even faster.

Catching my breath is work, but the second I do, I spot Zavier and am breathless all over again. One of his curls has fallen into his face. The focus in his blue eyes, his tight jaw, the fact his button up is already open to show his pecs and abs ... fuck, he’s sexy.

Apparently, Macy agrees since she’s actively playing beer pong with him.

He sinks the ball and grins a smug smile. “Go ahead, Macy.”

“How about this? Winner gets to dare the loser. Let’s make it a little more fun,” Macy purrs.

Zavier’s eyes flick to me and he looks me over slowly as I spread my legs and put my arms behind the small of my back. He licks over his bottom lip as his gaze reaches my lips. His attention feels like a caress.

“Sure,” Zavier finally answers Macy. “But let’s make this game fast.”

“Oh, do you have plans?” Macy asks. “That’s a shame. It’s a party.”

“Plans can be plenty fun, no matter where I’m at. Especially when I see something I want,” Zavier says, looking me over again as I squirm against the toy filling my ass. “And happen to see something that requires my attention.”

“Well I hope you can spare some attention for the game,” Macy giggles.

Zavier barely puts in any effort. He really doesn’t care, and Macy eats up her growing victory while gorgeous Zavier watches me play with my honey-blonde hair. When a guy comes up to me to flirt, my brother completely misses the table with his shot.

“So, you said you were close to believing I could give you a magical night. Maybe you should be putting it to the test,” he hints.

I look up at the stranger, ignoring the fact that I can practically feel Zavier eye-fucking me. I squirm against the toy in my ass. “Should I?”

“I think so,” the guy says to me. “You’re blushing and your eyes are all big. I think you want to give me a try.”

“It sounds like you know me better than I know myself talking like that,” I murmur. “It could be that it’s dark, that I’m drinking, a whole lot of things.”

“So you’re not interested?”

I take a demure drink from my glass and glance over at Zavier. He shakes his head. He doesn’t want me to do anything with this guy. Maybe it’s because I’m for Zavier to use and no one else, or something else.

“I’m not tonight. But thank you for the compliments. I really appreciate it,” I say.

He shrugs and heads on his way. I glance back at the table and see Zavier watching me intently. His hand drops off the table and he motions for me to come to him. I glance at Macy instead as she does a victory dance.