1. Sam's Saturday Night


    Date: 10/2/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: JennyGently, Rating: 21, Source: LushStories

    slowly for what felt like a very long time. He was still clumsy and unsure what to do but I suppose instinct must have taken control because it was really sweet, really emotional and by the time he came in me for the second time I had had two more small but warm and enjoyable climaxes. Later I lay awake in the darkness listening to my little stepbrother breathing deeply as he slept the sleep of the innocent. My head was spinning and it wasn’t just the after-effects of too much wine, though I was still definitely drunk and muddled. Whatever the cause, I distinctly remember having a warm, deeply satisfying feeling inside. *** Things were a little awkward when we woke the next morning in bed together, both naked, both with hangovers, both feeling embarrassed by what had happened. I pulled the duvet over my body and Robbie quickly went downstairs to make tea for us both, returning to find me in the shower trying to wash away feelings of guilt along with the sticky traces of our wickedness. He left the tea in our parents’ room and went to his own room to get washed and dressed. I made sure he had left for his Sunday morning football training before I emerged dressed and made a large pot of extra strong black coffee. As I sat in the kitchen with the hot mug in my hands my head was spinning. What had possessed me to seduce my little brother? My memory was clear enough to know it had been me that had made it happen and at the time it had felt like the right, caring, loving thing to ...
    do. Had I really been that drunk? Had I really been so desperate for a man that even my little stepbrother would do? There was no way what we had done could be described as normal. It might even be illegal, I wasn’t sure, and yet it hadn’t been seedy or sordid. It truth it hadn’t felt wrong at all; it had felt natural and honest and the kind, sisterly thing to do. And there was no denying it had been, well, amazingly good for a first time. And the second time had been even better! Actually it had been good for any time! I took another long sip of coffee and went to the cupboard for paracetamol, taking the maximum dose I felt I could safely take. There on the shelf alongside the tablets was Mum’s half empty box of contraceptive pills. My blood ran cold as the reality of the situation struck me full in the face. I had been home that Saturday night was because I couldn’t face going on a date. I couldn’t face going on a date was because my skin had turned bad. My skin had turned bad was because I had stopped taking the pill a month ago. And I had just had unprotected sex with my little brother… twice... I had stopped taking the pill! How in the name of God had I forgotten that? Oh fuck! *** Robbie was a different man from the moment he returned home from football to find me still at home, still his stepsister and still full of praise for his performance in bed. He was happier, more confident, behaved in a more adult way and bizarrely even seemed taller and more mature. I’m sure he ...
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