Page 3 of Brother’s Protective Claim

Every orgasm left me emptier than before, my cunt still fluttering and dripping onto the sheets as I whispered filthy confessions into the dark about how badly I needed my own brother to ruin me.

It wasn’t until weeks later, on the evening our parents left for a weekend trip, that I felt this change in the air. I was in the kitchen making coffee when Ryker came up behind me. He didn’t speak at first, just stood close enough I felt the heat radiating off his body and seeping into mine.

I didn’t turn around but had to bite my lip to keep in the moan that would have come out. And then, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me back against his hard chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” he murmured against my hair.

I could have laughed at his audacity. He’d been doing the same thing but toying with me at the same time. He wanted me to break and come to him. I knew that without a doubt. But I hadn’t because I'd been too afraid of what this all meant.

“Because this is insane,” I whispered, but I leaned into him anyway.

His hands slid up my sides, slow and reverent, like he was memorizing every curve. “I’ve wanted you for two years. Not the way I was supposed to but the kind that makes me want to burn the world down if anyone else touches you.”

I turned in his arms and did what I’d been wanting to do since our quick moment in the basement. I kissed him again, deeper this time. The forbidden aspect of it all made everything sharper, sweeter.

We made out like this was the last time we’d be together, hands roaming but never crossing the final line. And then Ryker lifted me onto the counter, I spread my thighs and he stepped between them, grinding against me through our clothes until we were both shaking.

The stiff ridge of his cock pressed right against my aching pussy through the thin layers of fabric, rubbing in slow, deliberate circles that had me soaking my panties. I could feel how thick and hard he was. The way he throbbed against my clit with every roll of his hips pulled a gasp from me.

My hands fisted in his shirt as I moaned into his mouth, the friction driving me crazy. Every grind sent jolts of pleasure through my pussy, and my nipples tightened, sensitive against his chest.

“Tell me you want this,” he demanded, nipping my neck. “Beg me for it.”

“I want you,” I gasped. “Even though you’re my brother and this is wrong, I need you to fuck me. Please.”

The words tasted dirty and perfect on my tongue. He groaned low in his throat, his lips latching on the side of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark on my skin. I was lost in the sensations, just letting it happen… letting him do whatever he wanted to me. His hips snapped harder against me until I was whimpering and grinding back shamelessly, chasing the edge right there on the kitchen counter like the desperate little whore I was becoming.

We stayed like that for a long time, kissing and touching and teasing each other until the tension was almost unbearable. When we finally pulled apart, both of us breathing hard and aching for more, Ryker took my hand and led me upstairs without another word. The house was quiet around us, every creak of the stairs seemingly loud enough to wake the whole neighborhood.

My heart hammered with nerves and excitement as we stepped into his room, the door clicking shut behind us like a final seal on everything we were about to do.

He laid me on his bed and stripped me slowly, kissing every inch of skin he revealed. When he settled between my legs and tasted me for the first time, I cried out at the overwhelming pleasure. His mouth was pure sin between my thighs, hot, wet, and relentless. He licked long stripes up my dripping slit, sucking my swollen clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue until my back arched off the bed and goose bumps peppered my skin.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling against that sensitive spot while he hummed against my pussy, the vibrations making me see stars. The first orgasm hit me like a wave, my thighs clamping around his head as I gushed on his tongue. He didn’t stop. Ryker kept licking and sucking through the aftershocks, and pushing me into a second, all-consuming climax that left me shaking and sobbing his name.

He didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking through the aftershocks, pushing me into a second, harder climax that left me shaking and sobbing his name.

My body was still trembling, thighs slick and quivering around his head, when Ryker finally kissed his way up my overheated skin. He took his time, licking the mess from my inner thighs, sucking marks onto my hips and belly, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive flesh.

By the time he settled over me, his cock was rock-hard and leaking against my thigh, the thick head nudging my soaked folds as he looked down at me with dark, hungry eyes. I was a dripping, desperate mess, my pussy clenching around nothing after two intense orgasms, aching to be filled by the one man who should never touch me like this.

And when he finally slid into me, the stretch was unbearable, his huge length and girth causing me to gasp in discomfort but also in pleasure.

He pushed in inch by thick inch, my soaked walls stretching obscenely around his massive cock until I felt so full I could barely breathe. The burn mixed with mind-melting pleasure as he bottomed out, his heavy balls resting against my ass and his pubic bone grinding against my swollen clit.

“Fuck, you feel like home,” he groaned. He moved slow and deep, eyes locked on mine. He was so thick inside me, stretching my pussy wide around his cock with every thrust that all I could do was dig my nails into his biceps and hold on as he fucked me. “Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours, Ryker.”

I could feel every vein of his cock, every ridge dragging along my sensitive walls with each pump of his hips. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking me filled the room, and my juices coated his shaft, dripping down soaking the sheets.

The taboo of it made everything more intense: my brother’s cock buried deep in my cunt, claiming the one place he was ever supposed to touch.

We came together, clinging to each other like the world might end if we let go. My walls clenched around him rhythmically as my orgasm crashed over me, milking his cock until he growled and pumped me full of hot, thick cum. Rope after rope flooded my pussy, so much it leaked out around his shaft as he kept thrusting through it, pushing his seed deeper.

We stayed locked together afterward, sweaty and trembling, the reality of what we’d done settling over us like a heavy, delicious blanket. The guilt was still there, sharp and real, but it only made the connection feel stronger, more dangerous, more ours.

For long minutes, we just breathed each other in, his softening cock still nestled inside me, keeping his cum plugged deep where it belonged. I traced the scars on his shoulders with trembling fingers, wondering how something so wrong could feel this right. Like it was inevitable.