Hate-fucking My Brother at the Sex Club
T. A. BEAU
Hate-fucking My Brother at the Sex Club
T. A. BEAU
A Brother/Sister Incest Erotica Stories with Gloryhole, public fun and humiliation.
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When my friend Sera invites me to the sex club for Singles Saturday, I want to jump at the chance. I want to fuck a stranger. I want to be covered in cum, sweat, and tears at the end of the night, fully satisfied and fucked out until the next morning. But, knowing Sera, I’m not the only one she’s invited.
“You promise he won’t be there?” I ask, drilling her for the answer I need. My entire Saturday night hangs in the balance here. If my brother, Tank, attends the club, I won’t go. I won’t be caught dead in the same room as that womanizing bastard, not now, not ever. Tank has single-handedly made me lose amazing friends after he seduced them, promised them they were the one, then cheated and dumped them.
I really tried to warn my friends… but my advice was ignored. They’d fallen for his charms and ignored the red flags. I couldn’t fault them though… I’d been on the receiving end of those charms a handful of times in the past few years after we’d fucked one day, high on mushrooms. Tank can fuck… his personality, on the other hand, leaves a lot to be desired.
“I can’t make any promises, Bobbi, you know that.”
“Sera…”
“Bobbi, you know I can’t tell you that. His friends with a lot of our friends.” Sera sighs. “I mean, sure, it will be weird both of you being there… but there’s nothing much I can do. All I can say is, you should come on Saturday night. You should come and get a man to fuck you right out of your hair and ignore your brother. There will be so many hot guys and girls to distract you. Come on, Bobbi. Please, for me?”
“Fine, Sera, I’ll come. But if I see Tank anywhere even near the club, I’m turning around and not coming in. I’ll go home and fuck myself for all I care.”
“Thank you, Bobbi. I’ll put you on the guest list now.” We hang up, and I take a deep breath, trying to wrap my head around what I’ve just signed myself up for.
Of course, I’ve been to The Sugar Shack plenty of times before. From the outside, it looks like an old dance studio, but on the inside? It’s decadent and depraved, and if those walls could talk? They’d have stories on everyone in town.
When Saturday night rolls around, I drag myself out of bed with my own juices dripping down my legs. If I don’t come before going to the club, I’ll be a bitch all night long. But, if I temper that bitch with orgasms and champagne, it’ll be much better for everyone involved.