Just For Fun - Sex Stories

Just For Fun

... she'd cum, hard. She'd even squirted a little, which she'd only done maybe a dozen times while we'd been together.

I'd frozen.

She couldn't have said what I'd thought she'd just said. Could she?

No.

Justin. My brother.

That would be...

Have you ever thrown up after eating jello? It's such an strange feeling - on one hand, you're puking. No one likes puking.

On the other hand, you can...you cantaste it. Just a little. And even though you're throwing up, it's still jello. Everyone likes jello. Even though it's coming through your throat the wrong way, it's still delicious.

My brother and Emily.

That would be...

I shuddered, while at the same time my clit throbbed.

My brother, fucking Emily.

I could see it.

I didn't want to see it. I wanted to never think about it, ever.

But I could.

My clit throbbed again, and I turned my attention back to the screen.

When Emily recovered from her powerful orgasm, she did the same, and we spent the rest of the night silently watchingFriends.

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We didn't talk about it.

We didn't talk about much.

Not just that night. For days.

We still loved each other, we still lived with each other, but...Emily had crossed a line. I think even she knew that.

Each night, we'd make awkward small talk, cuddle up and watch an episode of Friends, get each other off once or twice, and drift off to sleep.

Emily's 'brother' disappeared. Not from our minds, I suspect, but definitely from our ...

... play.

We fell back on old habits...or tried to, at least. Our sex life had been soalive for the last few months; going back to what we'd been doing before felt like exhuming a corpse.

We would just rub each other, the silence punctuated only by our gasps and grunts of pleasure. I don't know what Emily thought about. I didn't want to know. But I thought about her fictional brother.

I thought about him using my body for his pleasure. I thought about him usingher body for his pleasure. Incest had become such a central part of my fantasies, I couldn't get off without thinking about it. Her brother, bending her over and fucking her. Roughly using her throat, not caring about her pleasure. Making the two of us get each other off, just to turn him on.

Incest.

As the week stretched on, I couldn't help it. I couldn't help but wonder...

Was Emily picturingmy brother?

Was Emily imagining Justin, my real-life brother, getting hard at the sight of her?

Ofus?

At the sight of me, his sister?

Was Emily getting off while thinking about my brother getting off while thinking about me?

I didn't ask her. I couldn't ask her.

I didn't ask, because I already knew the answer.

The camera slowly panned around the apartment, ending on the iconic front door. The show faded to black. The audience applauded.

We'd done it. I'd filled my girlfriend's cultural gap. If we hadn't already deleted the files, I'd suggest we go back to season one and start again.

We could ...