Going down on My Brother

Copyright 2021 Moa Nilsson

All characters are entirely fictional and over the age of 18

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Going down on My Brother

Going down on My Brother

Bored. I was booored. Just, just… what the heck was I even supposed to do?

Somehow I couldn't manage to think of anything that seemed interesting. My laptop had broken recently, and while I had ordered a new one it hadn't actually arrived yet and in all likelihood wouldn't for another few days, not before the end of the next week, and it was still just Sunday.

I took a glance at my bookshelf, but I had already read everything that seemed interesting enough to pick up at the moment. As for the rest of it… I'd check it out some other time. Maybe even read the books I had been neglecting for ages, or at least some of them.

But not today. I just didn't want to, alright? Perhaps you may think my excuses were nothing more than a mere act of plot convenience, of laziness on part of the author, but I could assure you it was not.

I really didn't want to. Because, you know… there was this other thing I wanted more. Why would I settle for something I at best only felt kind of lukewarm, already fading interest for, when I with some effort could have what I truly wanted instead, when it was already almost within my grasp?

So close. He was so close, just in the other room…

I decided to stop being lazy and went over. I knocked(I promise) and then waited for a while before knocking again, but there was absolutely no reaction. Was he even there? Or had my brother, the one I was seeking, gone out somewhere without making me aware of that fact?

I tried turning the handle, and… the door was unlocked. Did I dare try to go inside? If he was there, would he complain about my entering his room without permission? If he wasn’t there, wouldn’t that just be making things worse from a moral point of view?

Well, whatever.

I turned the handle and threw the door up wide. If he had anything to hide, then… too bad, I guess.

My brother was actually in his room. Sitting at his desk and staring intently at his little laptop screen, but I couldn’t see exactly what he was doing.

Looking down a bit and taking a somewhat closer look at things, I realised my brother’s dick was outside his pants.

Good thing he didn’t hear me knock. It seemed unlikely he would have kept so brazenly looking at porn with his dick out if he had known his younger sister was going to enter the room, but now I got a nice chance to find out what kind of porn he was into, and I was not going to let that opportunity pass me by.

I glanced over at the screen, careful not to make a sound or accidentally touch my brother. I wouldn’t want to lose this prime opportunity.

A woman who looked like she was approximately around my age was on screen. She was topless and the upper half of her body was covering the vast majority of what I could see. Her chest wasn’t huge, but also not tiny… maybe overall slightly below average, probably a somewhat similar size to my own.

The legs of some guy could also be seen on the right side of the screen, and his arms pressing the woman towards him. She was seemingly sucking his dick, or… no, she was getting her throat fucked pretty hard by the man.

Cool. I could do that. I wanted to do that, was the first impulse that ran over me when I saw it. I tended to watch videos like that on my own every now and then too and imagine I was in the woman’s position, that I was the one getting my throat fucked so hard I couldn’t breathe.

But there was a problem. There was only one person in my immediate vicinity that I could reasonably do anything sexual with: my brother. And somehow it felt like the chances he would want to fuck me were probably kind of low considering, how… Well, we were brother and sister. I was his younger sister, and he was my older brother. As far as I was aware most siblings usually didn’t fuck.

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