Seducing My Older Brother College Professor
T. A. BEAU
Seducing My Older Brother College Professor
T. A. BEAU
A Brother/Sister Incest Erotica Story.
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I keep fiddling with my shirt and adjusting my top. My eyes flick to one of my friends and she gives me a thumbs up. My top has a tie just under my breasts, pushing them up to show off more cleavage than normal. I set my pale blonde hair free and did my makeup in a way to enhance my natural full lips and wide green eyes.
Josie is still sure I’ll fail. My friends dared me to screw Dr. Harris because they’ve been turned down by him and they want me to fall in the same boat. But there’s something they don’t know about me and Dr. Harris. Jonas Harris is my older brother.
Nearly 15 years apart, Jonas is gorgeous, really gorgeous, with his thick dark hair that curls like old-school Clark Kent, his warm brown eyes, the delicate glasses he wears that don’t match his dense, muscular body and thick arms. He speaks with a commanding, sure voice but never raises his voice. He’s a tantalizing mix of personality, all wrapped up in a delectable package.
It really shows when he teaches. I could listen to him go on and on about deviance and abnormal psychology forever. He’s so passionate, makes everything about psychology so interesting and captivating that after the intro class he taught two years ago, I switched my major.
My phone buzzes, and I glance down at it.
Josie: Remember, it only counts if you film yourself fucking him.
A little shiver teases my body. It’s so naughty. I’ve never filmed myself with anyone. I’ve only done short solo videos to show ex-boyfriends. But this will be a whole other level. I’ve been dreaming about doing this. I should feel guilty and ashamed, but the fact that we didn’t grow up together makes me rationalize my desires. It’s not as sick and depraved to want him as by the time I was seven, he was away for college. Aside from a couple of family reunions and the holidays, I rarely speak to him. Wanting him to pile-drive my cunt in the middle of this hall is completely normal, I lie to myself often.
Besides, it’s been so long since I’ve had good sex, intense and hot, and if anyone can take care of me the way I need, it’s Jonas.
Plus, if I win the bet, Josie will switch rooms with me, so I’ll have the private room in our apartment. It’s a good deal... as long as Jonas doesn’t laugh at my attempts to seduce him or turn me down.
The more I think about it, the more I think of things going wrong until my phone buzzes again about ten minutes into class. Jonas looks at my phone buzzing on my desk, and I arch my back a little, pushing my perky breasts out more as I lick over my bottom lip.
He ignores me entirely and taps the phone. “Class rule, Marcy. No phones out during a lecture.”
I nod and put it in my bag. My thighs squeeze together, but I watch as he returns to the head of the class. I slowly spread my thighs, showing I’m not wearing panties. I’m in the front row, so only Jonas can see my perfectly shaved pussy.
Or only he would see it, but he keeps his eyes away from me.
I try flirting with my eyes, licking my lips, stroking my thighs. I purposely let him catch me not paying attention and suck my pen when our eyes meet. His eyes harden. “Marcy, tell me one sign of asocial personality that presents in teenagers.”
“Irritability in social settings and an inability to empathize even if they are able to replicate emotions. They’ll also show an indifference towards the feelings of others and others in general unless they can use a person,” I list.
He looks me over again, and I obviously slide my hand through my hair, over my breast, then under my desk. Jonas continues with his lecture, going back and forth as I lose more and more hope.