My name is Stacy. I'm seventeen.
I have C-cup tits that I wish were double-Ds. My hair is just long enough for a high ponytail and just like any hormonal teenager, I like sex.
My little brother is a greasy, lame pervert. But I love him anyway because he's my brother and I'm a really good sister even though he's usually a pretty bad brother.
His name is Trent, he's scrawny, his face is covered in acne and he's such a loser geek he doesn't even fit in with the other geeks.
He can't get a girlfriend either. Which is super annoying because he's such a whiny pervert.
He was well on his way to becoming an incel when I graciously decided to do something about it.
It was a Thursday night. I waited until 1am just to be sure that Mom and Dad were asleep.
I snuck into Trent's room with a condom.
I locked his door behind me, just in case. I knew that what I was planning to do wasn't exactly accepted commonly, but it was certainly the lesser evil than letting my gross, dumb brother continue to not get any and become an incel.
I shook his shoulder twice and waited.
He blinked awake and opened his mouth as if to shout-
He stopped, seeing me, one finger to my lips in a "shh" motion and waving the condom with the other hand.
"What the fuck is this about?" He whispered, fucking rude little shit, not putting together the very obvious clues. He couldn't be that dense.
Every fucking day he's been whining about how he can't get any pussy and that no girl will give him a chance.
"You want some pussy or not pervert?" I whispered back.
He blinked, then his face screwed up in confusion again.
Probably wondering why I'dstoop so low as to offer to help him. Like hed forgotten that it was my jkb as his big sister to take care of him and guide him through what i could help with.
"If this is a trick-" he snarled, I didn't let him finish. Instead...
I dropped my pajama pants.
He shut up and stared, mouth hanging open like a fish.
I almost made a joke about taking a picture, but it wouldn't do for anyone to find that my brother had pictures of me like this.
I wasn't wearing any underwear, and I'd let Sandra give me a Brazilian wax at her slumber party three days ago. (Her Mom was so cool, she let Sandra do anything).
"For real?" He asked in an awed whisper. There, he'd finally caught on.
"For real." I confirmed.
Trent threw off his blankets and sheets, making room on his bed and coming up onto his knees.
I knelt on the bed infront of him.
Trent fished his cock out. He was hiding a real monster in his greasy sweatpants, at least seven inches long and wide around as my wrist.
My eyes nearly bugged out of my head at the sight.
What on earth was my brother doing with a cock like that?
(Would it even fit inside? My pussy started to drool, excited by the prospect of being fucked by that monster).
I help him put the condom on. I'd only gotten the extra large because that was all that was left when I bought the box. I hadn't actually expected my little brother to be so... not little.
The condom barely fit on my little brother's massive schlong.
Unlike my brother, I wasn't a virgin, but the boys I'd been with were certainly not as well endowed as Trent.
I focused my mind on imagining how good it would feel, and not anything about pain or him being to big. It would be so much easier if I relaxed and got wet.
How hard could it be?
If I was making sure my brother got some pussy, i should make sure he got good pussy.
I turned around and got on my hands and knees, presenting my pussy for him (already wet and starting to loosen with the anticipatory arousal). If only he weren't such a loser some girl in his class would have been so, so lucky. Losing her V-card to a monster cock like his would keep any future sex from being scary.
His gloved cockhead kissed the lips of my pussy, a kiss no brother and sister should indulge in.
But it was necessary, to keep Trent from falling down that incel-fascist pipeline.
To prevent my brother becoming more of a sexist loser than he was before.
My pussy screamed as he pushed the first few inches in. I had to bite the pillow to keep from shouting and waking Mom and Dad.
He was so big! It wasn't fair! Why did my nobody brother have such a huge dick?
Why did he have to feel so good inside of me?
This was supposed to be about helping him, instead i was mewling and whining into his pillow as he slowly fed inch after inch of his cock into me.
Then he bottomed out.
And I reached nirvana, I swear I did.
He pulled back, taking a second before slamming back in. Then he did it again. And again. And again and again and again and again.
"How does that feel?" He grunted, quietly into my ear.
"You're so big," I groaned in a whisper. My pussy stretched thin around his substantial girth.
"Bigger than your ex-boyfriend?"
I didn't answer. It wasn't any of his business how big Tommy was. And I didn't need to give my brother any reason to feel justified in thinking Tommy was actually a loser.
Trent didn't like my silence, he really started moving, jack-hammering his massive dong in and out of me, making me bite the pillow to muffle my shouts as he tore into my poor pussy.
"Am I, Stacy?" He asked again, fucking me harder and faster.
He was so much bigger than Tommy. Like almost twice the size. It was ridiculous, giving a loser such a big dick when the Quarterback was less than four inches and barely thicker than a finger.
"Yes!"
He was pounding away, beating my g-spot like a drum and making me quiver, my pussy getting obscenely wet.
"Would you rather have a loser nobody fuck you than the Quarterback?" Trent asked over the smacking of his pussy-soaked balls slapping my ass and the squelching of his cock driving into my sopping wet and fucked-loose cunt.
"Yes!" I answered without thinking, my pussy speaking for me as it squirted and spasmed wildly, squeezing my brother's dick.
That was just the first time.
I only meant for it to be a one time thing.
But now that he had some pussy, he was even more determined to be a gross, sweaty, incel.
I couldn't let that happen.
I wasn't going to be the big sister of an incel. That would be so gross.
So I snuck into his room again.
And again.
And eight more times after that.
I had to work very hard to keep from limping the next day.
Then he started sneaking into mine.
Telling me how hopeless and desperate he'd gotten.
It was pathetic how much he needed pussy, and how much pussy he needed.
(It was maybe pathetic that I was so willing to give him it, just to feel that massive cock burried inside me one last time).
(I always told myself that this time would be the last time, but his dick felt so good, I couldn't refuse his pathetic need for sex).
Then Mom and Dad were out of town for a whole week. It was summer so there wasn't any school either. And I only worked weekends then.
Trent still could't get any pussy. It was fucking pathetic, with a cock like his, girls should be lining up around the block for the honor to bend over for him.
(I wasn't projecting about that, I knew they would because I was not a slut and I would).
As usual, I had to pick up his slack and make sure he got enough pussy to remain as healthy of a teenage boy as he can be.
I said that like I minded, but I really, really didn't.
Trent may have been a greasy loser, but his fat cock made up for all his flaws and then some.
I was just helping him.
Some day he'll have a girlfriend and he'll need to know how to please a woman.
It may have been wrong, but it was a lot less wrong than letting him go through life getting no pussy and knowing nothing about what to do once a girl does wasn't to let him into her pants.
(And if it were really so wrong, why would it feel so right when he's deep inside me?)
(If it was so wrong, how come it was so easy to get away with it?)
I rode him until my legs gave out and then he took over, flipping us so I was face down and ass up.
Using gravity to force his monster cock deeper into me.
My birth control script has made my tits a bit bigger and my baby brother holds onto them like they're handles, squeezing bruisingly tight. I'll have bruises in the shape of his grabbing hands on my tits tomorrow.
I made pancakes for breakfast. Then he needed more pussy. I was being too generous with it, I knew it. I was being too indulgent.
But as my fifteen year old dweeb brother bent me over the couch and mounted me like a stud on his bitch, I couldn't possiblyrefuse him.
He fucked like an animal, and selfishly, I wanted it too.
We went through eight boxes of condoms in five days.
Maybe that should have warned me that I'd indulged him too much.
The next week a condom ripped and I found myself flooded with my baby brother's hot cum. (It also sl hot... it made me feel feverish).
It shouldn't have felt so good... knowing it was Trent's cum. Knowing it was my loser little brother pumping me full of his spunk.
But it did.
It felt so good. Like, crazy unfair how good it felt.
So crazy good that I didn't really notice he'd started fucking me again until he shot a second load into my wet and eager pussy.
(And I was eager, eager for more cum).
I told myself this was the last time as he pulled out and his spunk leaked out of my gaping hole in big globs.
I tried to set a boundary after that, I really did.
That he'd only be getting blowjobs from me. No more pussy.
Somehow I'd forgotten to put the condom on him.
I gave in after thirty minutes of choking on his dick and nearly drowning as his cum filled my throat.
I'd laid on my back and spread my legs easily after that.
Trent snuck into my room every night that I didn't go to his.
I was indulging him too much I knew, but I still always slipped my panties off for him, not complaining as he forwent the condom each time.
(Because his cum felt so good, flooding inside of me, so good dribbling out of my used hole).
I took plan B once a week, just in case my birth control wasn't enough.
I though that I'd put an end to it before my eighteenth birthday. Then I thought it would end when I went off to college.
I didn't.
Instead I started indulging his dirty calls. Touching myself and telling him how much I missed the feel of his cock. Then he'd talk about how horrible it was for me to be so far away from him when the only pussy he could possibly get was mine.
How it was selfish of me to deprive him of fucking my sweet pussy by moving so far away. (It was selfish, why hadn't I been thinking of his needs?)
I don't know how we hid it from Mom and Dad all this time.
But my brother is turning eighteen soon and he's coming to live with me in a small town a few states away. I dropped out of college and now I'm a cafe manager.
In a few months Mom and Dad are never gonna hear from either of us again.
Trent needs a constant supply of pussy to function. I've spoiled him and there's no way to decrease his needs.
I already have to travel back and meet him in a seedy hotel once a week to relieve his blue balls.
He's barely holding on now.
He needs me to take care of him, like a good big sister.
And I need to be the only pussy that Trent plunders. And for that we need to get married and for that we need new identites.
Trent's already working on it.
Soon we'll be eloped newlyweds fucking like we're on our honeymoon for the rest of our lives.