Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2022 18:04:09 -0300 From: Dionísio Lysios Subject: Forbidden Sensations, chapter 01 - Category: Incest Before you read this story, note that this is a work of fiction. An erotic story containing graphic scenes of age gap, BDSM, breeding, cheating, choking, daddy kink, degradation, exhibitionism, group sex, incest, name calling, public sex, rough sex, slapping, spitting and other potentially triggering topics. If you don't feel comfortable with the topics listed above, please discontinue reading any further. If you enjoy the story, send me an e-mail. I would like to hear what you think on my first story in English. I'm super excited to be writing this story because is a product of my own sexual fantasies. And remember, Nifty is a platform made for us to publish our experiences and stories, therefore, consider supporting them with a donation. -- I am the 4th generation of a military Brazilian family, the youngest son of a lieutenant colonel, now retired, a rigid and disciplined man like any other. But he was also very affectionate. Among us, he enjoys telling jokes and playing pranks on us. Always ahead of his time, we had a lot of confidence and freedom to be able to tell him anything. Nothing was hidden! As soon as my brothers started having sexual relationships, they had total openness and support to take the girls to sleep at our house. Since I was little, I always knew that I liked boys, and at the age of 14, I had already some sexual experiences, but no penetration, I have always been very afraid of judgment. One of the men who aroused this desire in me was the person I shouldn't, Diego, my dad. He was one of the male role models in my life I looked up to. He's always been my superhero since I was little. Even after I grew up, he remained the man I wanted to be, but this filial admiration began to spread to the rest of the family, in an intense attraction as strong as gravity. I thought it was abnormal at first to be turned on by my own relatives, but then it became something normal in my head. It didn't take long for me to jerk off a lot thinking about them. I managed to control this desire by masturbating countless times whenever we went through situations that drove me crazy as going to the beach, which I saw them in their tight speedos, or when they got up in the morning and I could see the silhouette of their cock swinging from side to side while they walked to the bathroom. It all started one day after my Greco-Roman wrestling training, my older brother, Logan, and I were alone at home, usually, my father arrived late and my mother had already left, as she was on a night shift in a hospital. It was about four p.m. in the afternoon when we got home, we went to our bedroom -- a big room with a bigger bathroom to fit the three brothers. He turned on the shower for me at the hottest temperature that he knew I liked. Logan started to undress to get in the shower, and I couldn't help but notice his dark, stocky build, not muscular like guys these days, but not fat either, although he had a little belly. He did the bad boy style even in clothes. He took off his pants, revealing thick thighs, hairy legs, and a black box that left him with a big volume. When he was completely naked, I was surprised, a thick eight-inch uncut cock stood proud amid a forest of light brown hair, I didn't remember his cock was that big sometimes. He got into the shower with me, I don't know why, but a shiver ran through my body as soon as he got in, I dare say I could have been aroused, but I decided to focus on myself and avoided looking at him, despite the great curiosity. It wasn't the first time I was having a hard on for my own brother. We started showering, Logan soaped himself and passed the soap to me, when I went to get it, I turned around, showing I my hard on. He laughed, saying, "Wow, my little brother is turning into a man! You'll have a big cock, Bobby, even bigger than mine. Just like that ass." This made me very uncomfortable. My cheeks burned, and so I ended up turning my face away in fear that he would realize that I was blushing at what he said. My young, wrestler body seemed to captivate my brother, I saw the lust in his eyes as he examined me. "Stop playing jokes, Logan!" "I'm serious, Bobby." "Are you thinking I'm a faggot?" "Nothing to do with it, Bob, no man needs to be a fag to have a big ass. And there's nothing wrong with being gay, just like there's nothing wrong with playing with other guys." I laughed nervously, between embarrassment and amusement. Despite the subject, there was no judgment in his voice, no malice, he spoke naturally. "What do you mean?" "Between us, we can experiment, play, it just has to stay between us." "Why are you telling me these things." "Oh Bob, I see the way you look at other men, especially the ones at home. It is normal to measure and compare yourself. There's nothing wrong with that." He approached me, gently grabbing my almost seven-inch cock. I shivered at his firm touch. His hand was so strong, so big that my cock was red between those fingers. He spat into his hand and started jerking me off. My lips could barely hold together. I moaned, held hostage to my brother's touch. It made me feel a pleasure that I hadn't felt before. My moan was inevitable the pleasure I felt. "Feel free to touch me, however you like, little brother." I obeyed him. I slid my hands into his thighs and touched his bare cock. He moaned. I stroked his already hard, juicy cock with my right hand. There was no more fear or shame in me, I was sure what we were doing would remain a secret. I felt his cock go completely hard in my hand. I felt his hands sliding down to my ass cheeks. "You have such a big, round ass... it's the hottest ass I've ever seen. Have you ever messed with guys?" He asked squeezing my right ass check harder, "Did they fuck you?" "Never!" "Have you fucked someone?" "I tried once, but the guy couldn't take it, he said it was too thick." "Don't let anyone from the neighborhood fuck you, so there's no rumors about you. If you wanna fuck, promise me you'll ask your brother here, ok?" "Ok." "Shall we go to the bedroom, play some more?" "Let's go. Tell me Logan, have you ever fucked someone for real?" "Yes, the man that works at the commander's house. He likes to suck my cock until he chokes and moans like a kitten when I'm inside him." "And you liked?" "I really enjoyed it, little brother!" In our bedroom, he sat me on the edge of his bed and, standing in front of me, asked me to grab his cock again, I started stroking him up and down as he moaned. Without saying a word, he put me on all fours, and I felt his hands grab my ass again. Logan shook my ass in a circular motion, praising it nonstop. Finally, he asked me to sit down again. "Tell me what you do with your friends." "We touch each other's cocks, some lick, two of them like to stay on fours and even let us try to get in. I let them jack off for me, run their tongue on my cock, once one of them put it whole in his mouth, it was too good. But ..." "What?" "There are things I want to do and I never do with them, because I'm afraid they'll think I'm a faggot later." "What things? You can tell your brother, will die here. I swear to you!" With great excitement I confessed, "I want to put a cock in my mouth, and I wonder what it must feel like to have my ass fucked, as we see in the Rocco's movies." "You did it right, don't do that to them, you'll only do that to me. Do you want it?" "Yes." "Jerk off your brother, Bob." This time I took it more firmly, wrapping my hand around that cock that was too big for a guy who wasn't yet 18. I started to jerk him, slowly pushing the foreskin back and forth for a long moment, until he began to move against my hand. Logan hissed, and I assumed it was from pleasure. Sliding one of my hands between his legs, I massaged his balls gently. I sat back on my knees, while I closed my eyes and opened my mouth for him, no longer knowing how to fight the urge to be sodomized by my brother. This was wrong. So fucking wrong. Yet I didn't stop. Instead, I opened my mouth and let him push himself into me, inch by inch until his cock was sliding down the back of my throat. I felt like a slut realizing how hot my brother looked in everything, even the size, the veins, the taste, the violent grip on my hair. I allowed him to use me as he pleased, abandoned my common sense and relaxed my throat as much as possible, giving him passage to go as deep as possible. When he hit the back of my throat, I opened my mouth to get air and gagged again, spit and drool rolling down my bottom lip. Logan stared down at me with those dark and devilish eyes, a smirk fixed on his lips. "Take more of my cock into that tight throat of yours." Determined and now horny, I sucked more of him into my mouth, barely able to fit it all. He was deep down my throat, choking me with his cock, and stroking himself around the front of my neck. Logan grabbed my ears and used them like two reins, and he bent his knees a little to push his cock in and out of my mouth while he didn't stop thrusting his hips. When he wasn't looking at me, he would look up and roll his eyes. "Ahh, fuck, so fucking good. Suck my cock like the good little slut you are. Yeah, just like that. Oh yeah." He pulled back a little, holding my hair to face me. The corner of his mouth curved into a cynical half smile, though his eyes didn't follow the gesture. He kissed me fiercely, his tongue dueling with mine as he growled. My heart began to race, my entire body surrendered, awakening me to pleasure between men. I never thought it could be so intoxicating and it was even more so. Calvin put his hands on me, stroking my skin, firmly, until he reached my cock, and started stroking it again, with up and down motions. Overcome with desire, I spread my legs wider and groaned, a pleading moan. Wet with my spit, his cock hit the back of my throat with every thrust. I pushed against his thighs harder, needing so desperately to breathe. And when he knew I couldn't take it any longer, he grabbed me by the throat, pulled me to my feet, and pushed me toward the bed. I gasped for breath, wiping the spit from my chin, and stumbled onto the mattress on my hands and knees. He crawled onto the bed from behind me, snaked a hand around the front of my neck, forcing me to arch my back and stare right into our bedroom mirror that was attached to my dresser. He pressed down on my lower back so my ass was in the air and ready for him, and he rubbed his cock against my tight entrance. I took a deep breath, feeling him press against it. I gazed down at the bedsheets. I had dreamed of this moment for so long. He spanked me right across the ass, hard. I crossed my legs and pushed my ass up toward him. He smacked me across the ass cheeks again, even harder this time, his bottom fingers hitting my clit. I threw my head back and moaned, a wave of pleasure shooting through my body and making me feel so good. Instead of spanking me again, he sank his hand between my thighs and rubbed my aching clit, grabbing my hair with his other hand and tugging up on it. "Your cock is rock-hard for me, little bro. Is this what you've been wanting every time you look at me" He wrapped a hand into my hair and pulled it back slightly, his mouth leaving hot kisses all over my neck. "You don't know how long I've been waiting for this. And the way your asshole keeps fucking wink at me, I bet you couldn't wait either." He gently bit down on my neck, his scruff tickling my skin. "How many times have you thought about me?" Desperate, I moved faster, up and down on his cock. "Too many to count," I whispered. Like some animal inspector, he placed his hands flat on either side of my ass cheeks and then opened them, opening me to his gaze. He pulled himself away, dipped his face between my legs, and pressed his tongue to my asshole, eating me. Over and over, Logan stroked my hole, sometimes putting pressure, sometimes not. The warm wetness of his tongue turned me on more than I'd thought it would, and I lifted my hips and spread my legs to give him better access. The urge to buck and thrust built up inside of me, and as it did, so did another, unusual feeling -- I wanted to be filled. I brushed my fingers against my nipples, sending waves of pleasure through my body. He continued to eat my asshole, as his tongue driving me absolutely crazy. "Fuck me with your tongue, Logan, please" I requested. With a low moan, Logan answered me. His thick tongue invaded me, flicking and twisting, until I couldn't take it anymore. I bit his pillow to hold back a scream of pleasure and pushed against his tongue, wanting it deeper, needing it to go harder. "Not enough," I gasped. I wasn't sure if Logan heard me or not, my voice was muffled by the pillow. "Oh, fuck, it's not enough. Fuck me. Fuck me." Logan's tongue withdrew. Keeping my ass cheeks apart he spat right up my anal opening several times. The spit running out of my ass and down the inside of my legs, creating a depraved path of liquid on my skin. He licked his thumb and played in my entrance, putting on just a little bit. Nervous, I contracted and relaxed again, soon losing control of my anal walls and giving him the necessary passage for his thumb to gain more space. He licked one more and stuck two in. He played a moment longer and then came the third. I couldn't take it anymore, the turn on I felt with my brother playing with my ass was immense. "Please fuck my ass, Logan. With your cock. Please," I whimpered as his fingers pistoning in and out of me, making me dizzy and delirious with the need for his cock. Logan paused for a moment, inhaling deeply, and stood. He ran to the bathroom and got some conditioner, lubricating himself and putting a good amount on my asshole. The consummation of incest was inevitable. "Then open that little ass for me, little bro. Let me show you how good I can make you feel." I moaned as I felt the blazing hot head of his cock push up against the place that I thought would never get fucked. I furrowed my brows at his reflection and tilted my head down slightly, as if to give him permission. He swallowed hard. A hundred emotions crossed his face, and stupid me thought he was going to be gentle for our first time together, like he always promised. He pushed himself inside of me slowly just enough to force the head of his cock inside me. At once, the pain exploded deep in my hole, racing up and down my spine as I struggled to take it. My arms shook and I fell with my head on the bed, inadvertently inclined my ass up, becoming even more at his mercy. As soon as the head had passed, he turned my face and gave me a kiss, invading with his tongue and giving me the taste of the naughtiness that he did in my ass. He straddled me and, in one thrust, slid the rest all the way inside me, giving me no time to think. I screamed into his mouth, feeling his cock slide deep inside, touching me where no one ever had. I still felt a stinging pain, but the pleasure of his cock thrusting deep in me was something I never expected. I had thought it was too dirty and wrong to be enjoyable, but I quickly came to the realization that I was wrong. What we were doing, though so dirty, and so naughty and wrong, felt so fucking good. "Can you feel me so deep inside of you? Can you feel my big cock opening your eager ass up?" I gasped, panting and nodding as my eyes sparked fire right back into his. "Play with your cock, little bro," Logan groaned. "While I give you every inch of my cock deep in your tight asshole." "Fuck me," I moaned as I slid my hand along my length. My fingers trembled as they moved against my length, feeling how fucking hard I was. My whole body shivered with ecstasy as Logan slowly drew back, his thick cock easing out of my ass and sending little tremors of lightning through me. He slid out until only his thick swollen head was just inside, letting me feel him throbbing inside, before he slowly pushed back inside. And then he really started to fuck me, the thrusts of his hips powerful and strong, making me submit to his body completely until I was a shuddering wreck of moans and cries. He grabbed my throat, his fingers around my neck as he kept on fucking me like a madman. "Fuck, I can feel you squeezing me so tight, Bobby," he groaned into my lips, his tongue teasing mine. "I can feel your sweet, little asshole milking my cock, like it's hungry for my cum." I moaned, kissing him harder and sliding my free hand into his hair, clinging to him as he pumped faster into me again and again. He was going to make me come, and he was going to make me come hard. His cock hit me in all the right places, again and again, I knew I was close. I knew he was going to make me come so hard with his cock deep in my asshole. "Oh God, Logan," I called out, unable to stop myself from shuddering as an orgasm ripped through me. "Oh god, you're making me come!" "Come for me, Bobby." Logan groaned. "I want to feel your naughty little asshole tighten around my thick cock when you come. You're going to feel every spurt of my hot sticky cum coat the inside of your ass." I cried out and he kept his cock inside me, pushed so deep I couldn't stop begging for more. I really felt like a little slut for him, and even more so when my breathing crested and I said his name in a desperate whisper before I came crashing. I felt myself come all over, soaking the sheets and making him smile at me as he kept fucking, jetting thick white streams of semen all over his bed. Pushing himself an inch deeper, so far it hurt like hell, I his rock-hard cock spasm inside me, and his hot cum splashing all over the inside of me. It felt so good knowing that he was inside me. Not just his cock, but his most intimate fluids. I felt my legs give up and my hole finally started to burn again. The space occupied by his cock was getting smaller, but Logan continued with his body completely slumped over mine, also dead from the fuck. I felt the stick slipping out of my ass and fatigue took over my body completely. It didn't matter that his seed was dripping down the backs of my thighs, clear evidence of the fact that my brother had taken my anal virginity. "I'm not done with you yet." He smirked against my neck and pushed me away from him. "Get on your knees and clean up the mess you made." I kneeled on the bed, crawled between his legs, and sucked his cock into my mouth. My nipples rubbed against his thighs every time I bobbed my head up and down on him. Heat rushed to my core. Logan twisted my nipples with his fingers, and I tightened around him as he forced himself deeper inside of my throat. He picked up his pace, thrusting faster inside of me, and placed a hand around my throat. Pleasure rushed through my body as I felt him squeeze my neck harder. I gripped his thighs and stared up at him through teary eyes. "You fucking love this, don't you?" he asked, hitting the back of my throat. When I didn't answer him, he smacked me hard on the face again. "Answer me." Another slap. I clenched and nodded, trying to get out a solid verbal answer, but only able to make a sloppy, wet, gagging sound. He pulled out of me fully. "What was that?" "Yes," I breathed out, trying to catch my breath. "Choke me harder, please." He wrapped his hand around the front of my neck again as I felt the pressure begin to build up in my core. He forced himself back down my throat and slapped my face when I gagged on him. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, waves of pressure washing through me. The edges of my vision started to darken, hot tears squeezing out of the corners of my eyes, but totally worth it when Logan made the hottest goddamn sound I'd ever heard as I started milking him with my throat. Going full hoover on him until his eyes finally glazed over and his hands were fisted in my hair again and he practically curled over me, panting like a demon and then he finally went off. Cock pulsing hard in my mouth and hot, salty cum filling the back of my throat. Jet after jet of it as I kept sucking him through it. Swallowed it down. Felt it spill out of the corners of my mouth and humped the fucking air as my own cock ached for relief. I fully fucking ignored it, too busy being a greedy-ass bitch as I slurped down everything Logan gave me and then worked him over to try and get some more. Hearing Logan gasp out my name like that. Choking on his cum. Staying right where he wanted me until he was done with me, then feeling like I was going to shake apart when he finally finished and pulled me to my feet. I glanced up at him, my cock aching, and lightly slapped my face, while he watched my covered in his cum and saw my hand stroking madly at my own swollen cock. "You're a fucking whore, Bobby. My fucking whore." He pulled me against him, and kissed the ever-loving shit out of me until I couldn't breathe all over again. "My cum tastes good on you, little bro," he finally whispered against my lips, working one hand between us. Slipping it into my sex. Giving me that slow, sexy version of his smile again as he wrapped it around my cock. "I will grant you your orgasm by jerk off your cock with my hand. Understood?" he said, tightening his fist around my cock and dragging it up in a maddeningly slow stroke that had me whining, my head dropping onto his shoulder as I panted for breath and thrust into his hand. Finally, he started to stroke me for real. Not slow and teasing, not playing anymore, just jerking my cock tight and fast and perfect, like somehow, he already knew what it took to get me there. He kept one arm wrapped tight around my waist, angling his body to the side so there was room between us for his hand to fly over my cock and whispering more of those obscenities in my ear as he scraped his teeth down the side of my neck and twisted his palm over the head of my cock and fuck fuck fuck fuck... "Now, come for me, little slut. Come all over my hand." "Fuck. Shit," I said. I could feel the cum rising in my ball, the release was near. Hot jets burst out and fill his fingers. Pulse after endless pulse as my hips keep thrusting his hand. I think we spent a few seconds frozen, looking at each other, maybe a little perplexed by what had just happened. We didn't know that sex was going to be such an intense moment of surrender. There wasn't much to say, we just smiled at each other, a little out of air.