Baby Brother Bjorn
I have this sexy younger brother. He’s barely legal, but looks oh so much younger, that when him and I are sitting at the dinner table and I find myself staring at him and thinking of doing dirty things with him. I swear I can hear Chris Hansen’s voice in my head “Jolene, why don’t you have a seat over there?” He’s this tall, limber boy with golden tiger eyes, a sweet sad smile, and dreamy blonde hair. He has my father’s jawline and my mother’s long lashes. When he was a toddler we use to play a game where he would tickle under my chin by fluttering those lashes. Earlier this morning I watched him from my window working on his car in the driveway. He had his shirt off and cargo shorts on. I rubbed one out staring at his strong, lean body. He wasn’t a muscle head, but he was toned and it was all natural. He still had his golden sun kissed skin from summer, but it was starting to fade into his light pale tone from our Nordic stock. Bjorn (Did I tell you we were Norwegian?) was the quintessence of “teen dream” boy. Our youngest sister was just two grades from him and regaled us with the desperate crushes and antics of the entire female (and a few male) student body of their high school.
Once I watched him getting head from one cute little twin while her sister straddled his face and he made her stifle a scream while she shuddered with a delightful orgasm. How I wished I joined them. I would kiss my brother, while the twins administered to us orally. If only him and I lived at the time of Egyptian Kings and Queens. We would be married and encouraged to fuck by our parents, who were also brother and sister. I would be the oldest woman he ever had been with, so I imagine him shy and awkward as we make love on our wedding night. Our parents would be sitting on the bed, watching us intently to make sure we consummate our union. My mother and father would part my legs as he slid bulging cock into my wet, aroused little pussy.
One time we all got high together while my parents were out of town. His girlfriend went home and we both sat on the couch and watched Game of Thrones together. It was an episode that had the brother and sister royal twins fucking each other. I could tell he was getting turned on and embarrassed at the same time. We both were remarkably buzzed and I started giggling. “Wow, not cool when it’s just you and me watching, huh?” He laughed and turned red, he mumbled a “yeah” but I noticed he crossed his leg a bit away from me. He was hiding an erection from his sister. God! More than anything I wanted to get up and sink down in front of him between his legs. I would pull that beautiful cock of his out of his jeans and start licking him like a lollipop while locking eyes with him. I wanted to see those amazing eyes of his to close in ecstasy because of what I was doing to him with my mouth. I would hold his wrist tight in my hands when he blows his load in my mouth and all over my lips and chin. He would moan my name while during the last throws of his orgasm. Then as I sat up I would rub his jizz off of my mouth and face and tell him “Now baby brother, you know you can’t tell anyone what I did to you here? Otherwise we can’t keep doing this.” He smiles and nods quickly. I cuddle with him on the couch and we continue watching the fantasy incest on the tv.
