Closer Than Realized 2.0

[kimberlee]

What was this? He was blaming the entire episode on me? Why would I have told him it had been filmed if I'd filmed it? I looked about the room and where I'd previously seen a flashing red light, I saw only darkness. Had they stopped filming when Brad had walked toward the bedroom doors? I was almost certain that if we waited long enough that their curiosity was heightened enough that they needed to see what was going on in the room, Brad and I would both be witness to the flashing eye of the multiple watchers on the other side of the camera.

His tone of voice held me back from telling him any of this. In fact, he was making me out to be the mastermind behind it all. And why had he been flicking his fingers across my nipples. Did he want me to be the one behind the entire scheme? Though I might not have been as innocent as he, since I had been foolish enough to share my deepest, darkest fantasy with my friends who had sprung this all upon us. Did that make me the mastermind by default? I didn't know and I was starting to get a head ache from it all.

“So what was your fantasy? To be tied up to a bed and fucked by some guy?” he asked as he paced occasionally glancing in search of the hidden cameras.

I knew it would sound damning; but, I couldn't lie to Brad. My voice croaked as I spoke softly, "No, not some guy. My fantasy was for you to find me bound with my identity hidden by a mask and that you'd mistake me for Angela. That you'd fuck me thinking I was her."

It was supposed to be nothing more than a fantasy; but it had become all too real. What did he think of me now, I wondered. I doubted he'd ever be able to look at me as his best female friend and share his hopes and dreams with me again and it was this I mourned. The sex had been beyond my wildest imaginings but was it worth it?

"I love you, Brad. I..." I closed my eyes once again only this time certain that no amount of hope or prayer would change the fact that I'd fucked my brother - no matter how reluctant I had been to admit what was happening to myself. Damn it, just his absent playing with my nipples had me aching and wet for him.

 

[Frags]

“You wanted this exact thing and then you want me to believe you had nothing to do with it? It sounds a little strange, Kim. You even fulfilled your strange desire,” his eyes roamed over the girl. Bathed fully in the light it was becoming hard to ignore and he’d lest temptation overrun his mind. He didn’t care if she noticed he was looking over her naked body as though he were wanting her.

“We’ve already fucked a few times tonight and I didn’t even get to see your reaction,” Brad thought about just getting a rise out of her at first, if only to see what she’d say but the more he talked the more he realized he was getting into it himself. “It seems unfair that you got to see everything of me and I couldn’t see you, your face, your reaction. Hear you moan into that ballgag and with my dick in your mouth. If all you wanted was a fuck, then why the kiss?”

Brad half raised his eyebrow in curiosity as he returned toward the bed. He wasn’t exactly sure what he was going to do but he knew the last thing he was going to do was release her. The girl had a great body and was still splayed out, tied to each corner of the bed. It was a hard thing to ignore. And he couldn’t ignore it anymore.

With evil intent he sat next to her hips on the bed as his eyes bore into hers. Leaning forward he kept his eyes locked onto his sister’s he slipped out his tongue, running a long line of saliva from her nipple to her shoulder, neck and cheek until he reached her ear. Then with a whisper he said, “You know, you are tighter than Angela.”

 

[kimberlee]

I listened to him as he used my words against me. Maybe a part of me had wanted and needed to confess those fantasies. Maybe a part of me didn't want it all to end. I had always loved Brad beyond the normal realms shared between brothers and sisters. Now, after having experienced sex with him, I was falling for him.

His eyes looked me over from head to toe. My nipples hardened as his eyes grazed over them. 'Strange desire,' he'd said, and maybe the renewed hunger I felt for him was strange, but I had meant to keep it all in my mind and had never thought to act upon it. Now, here I lay, helpless before him and wanting nothing more than to feel him inside me once again. I had tasted the forbidden fruit and I was hooked on it.

A light electric current ran over my skin as he talked about what had happened and the fact how it was unfair to him that he hadn't seen my response. I knew then that he was going to take me again, this time with the open knowledge that he was fucking me and not Angela.

I decided to stop pointing fingers. While I may not have planned on it, hidden in the dark recesses of my mind, I had wanted this. This was definitely proving to be a birthday I'd always cherish and never forget.

His eyes locked with mine and never left them as he licked a trail from one of my twin peaks and slowly moved up to my shoulder and my neck. The thrill of it all made me heady with desire. Our eyes eventually lost contact as he moved up my jawline to finally stop next to my ear.

I doubt I'll ever forget the next words he spoke to me right then. They weren't a proclamation of love. He was my brother and we already knew we loved one another. No, he said, “You know, you are tighter than Angela.” And the words sent shivers up and down my spine.

I turned my head to his ear and whispered, "You've got the biggest cock I've ever had inside me. I might have to start calling you big brother."

 

[Frags]

After those words Brad pulled away from her, climbing off the bed. His eyes didn’t leave her. This wasn’t a big deal to him after realizing what they’d done together. This was merely getting even. A fuck so he could watch her just as she watched him. And one by one the clothes he wore were discarded, falling once more into a pool on the floor. This wasn’t about to change his stance on untying her. No one must know and they would know if he untied her. At least that’s what he believed.

There was no ceremony or pretense as he moved onto the bed as though it were the first time of the night. The idea of fucking his sister made him ready to tear into her already. Any ideas that this was going to be a loving game was dashed from his mind. There was some anger from the not knowing of earlier and he wanted to destroy all his frustrations.

With full knowledge this time that the girl under the mask was his sister, Brad lowered his hips against hers, feeling her soft skin once again for the night. Then he slammed into her, hard and uncaring. With his arms on either side of him supporting his weight, he stared down at her, looking into her face, into her eyes. This wasn’t love, it was exploration into a new realm. And it was something he was willing to discover as he began pumping his cock in and out of her.

Things he had never been curious about suddenly filled his head. What she sounded like, what she looked like, what she’d do in bed. Things he’d be able to discover tonight... other things he may never. What would happen later, what would happen tomorrow was all up in the air. He didn’t know what was going to happen... but he wasn’t thinking that far ahead either.

 

[kimberlee]

I sighed as Brad rose from his stance leaning above me. I watched as he stood and met my eyes once again with his own. My breath caught at the unfamiliar hunger reflected there. The flicker of something I couldn't name in his eyes made me at once uncertain and even more excited as to what might happen.

He had tossed my leather mask to the floor moments ago and now stood unfastening fasteners - buttons, snaps, and zippers were each dealt with - one by one. I'd almost liken it to stripping. But instead of teasing, each motion had more purpose and promise to it.

Blood pumped through my veins at a much higher rate than normal and my breathing quickened with each piece of clothing that joined my leather mask on the floor. Before I knew it, he was naked once again and looking at me with a hunger and lust he'd never shown me when he thought I was Angela.

He climbed onto the bed and inbetween my out-stretched thighs. Guiding himself to my center, he then slammed himself home. I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. If I hadn't been so wet and he hadn't already cum twice inside me, I know his hard thrusts would have been a great deal more painful and I doubt I'd have enjoyed them in the least.

I was seeing a side of Brad I didn't know existed and one I doubt even Angela had seen. I turned my face away from his and noticed the blinking light had returned. Our audience had returned.

Thinking of Angela watching her screen and seeing what was happening. Her boyfriend was openly and willingly fucking his sister. His hard thrusts were perhaps meant to punish me; but I as I adjusted to the ferocity of his thrusts, I decided I had a better use for them.

I returned my gaze to Brad's. "Oh gawd. I bet you never fucked Angie like this. You love pounding my pussy don't you 'big' brother. You don't have to hold back with me. You can fuck me tenderly or give it everything you've got," I managed between grunts issued from my throat each time he slammed his cock home. I lifted my head from the soaked pillow beneath it to touch his lips with mine. While my mind told me that the passionate kiss I reached for was to teach Angela not to play with matches, I knew deep down that I wanted it.

 

[Frags]

“You better believe it, little sis,” Brad spoke in course breath against her bare ear, bypassing her kiss as he continued to pound his little sister into her little mattress. Whatever imagination she had for her future, it was in his fucking mind by now doing nothing but slamming her to the bed. If she was going to have a complaint about ropes and ties, she was just going to have to live with it. This was going to be her brutal planet, her brutal future.

“Are you going to be mine from here on out?” he questioned during the battery, when every time his cock stretched deeper into her pussy. Brad bit into her luscious lip as he continued to pound her, the mirage of what they’d been long ago broken. All he wanted to do now was fuck the girl he was in.

Brad’s balls, his cock completely buried into his little sister as he continued to pound away at her. In the middle of his pounding, completely buried inside her and gravity pressing his balls against her skin he pressed against her ear, “Do you want to be my whore? Do you want my cock? Whenever I need you? Whenever I want you?” Then he permitted her soft, short, loving quick thrusts.

Before permitting her another answer he began humping her hard again. Brad pounded her hard, harder, and harder than he’d ever slapped skin with another girl before. She was right. It wasn’t just because she was his sister, it was because he wanted her to pay for that betrayal, whether she was involved in it or not. It didn’t matter. Not anymore. Her cunt was just as involved as the rest of her was. The girl was his to claim and he wasn’t about to release her without her stating so. And surely not without fucking her on her own bed.

He bit into her lip one more time, gently but still full of desire. The only thing he wanted in the whole world was the girl on the bed and with her on the platter, he was going to take her. Those girls be damned when they’d come through that door again, he wasn’t going to leave until he’d had his fill.

 

[kimberlee]

I briefly wondered how often I'd gotten myself off with my fingers as I imagined Brad believed I was Angela. I honestly couldn't say. But now, here we were with him thrusting into me like there was no tomorrow. The look on his face was unlike any I'd seen before - pure, unadulterated lust. The fact that it was for me and not 'Angela' had me riding higher than ever.

"Yes... Yes... Yesss... YES!!!" I cried out. Whether in response to his questions; the implication that this would not be our last time; or my body's pleasures and desires rising with each thrust and word from him, I cannot say. But at the moment, I wasn't really feeling introspective. I just wanted more of what my brother was offering.

I knew I'd likely be walking funny for a while; but, my juices along with his previous, generous load of semen provided us with a great deal of lubrication to ease such matters considerably. All the same, I could honestly say that I had never been fucked as hard and heavy as I was at this moment. I think both Brad and I were well beyond the realm of reason. An earthquake could occur and I doubt we'd have noticed. My entire world consisted of my bed and the man atop me.

"Anytime. Anywhere. But just for you!" I said as I moved my hips up to meet his as well as the constraints allowed.

 

[Frags]

Hearing her cries only made Brad want her more. His hips hit against her hard with reckless vigor, pummeling his sister’s pussy. All he wanted from her was more. More than just a few hours were offering.

The hot breath against his skin, the rising of her hips to meet his, her tits reacting to every hard thrust from his body grew and culminated over their brief connection together. Unwilling to waste anything, Brad drove his cock deep and hard he came, burying his seed inside her with a groan of satisfaction. In the back of his mind he believed there’d be more than just this night. Before pulling away he tasted her lips one more time as he left her body behind.

Brad returned to the restroom again, removing a towel from the rack to clean his cock dry. When he was through he let the towel fall to the ground as he made his way back into the bedroom. Pulling on his clothes one by one he stared over her tied down body as though it were something to be devoured but he’d had more than his fill tonight. The funny thing was, the night was only beginning.

Near the head of the bed he was able to spring one of her wrists free as he spoke, “You still have your party to attend downstairs. I’ll meet you down there.” Without another word he turned and left the room.

 

[kimberlee]

Brad thrust into me with such passion and vigor that I knew without a sliver of doubt. He wanted me. He couldn't get enough of me. With each consecutive balls deep insertion of his cock into my pussy emphasized this. My hips slapping against his along with my enthusiastic moans allowed him to know that I felt likewise.

Suddenly, he thrust deep and held himself there. He groaned as his balls emptied their load into me. I cried out as the knowledge that he was knowingly cumming into me. I had fantasized about him mistaking me for Angela but this moment in time totally blew me away. I shuddered and shook as my own orgasms overtook me.

As I finally came back to earth and its realities, my brother kissed me just before removing his flacid penis from my body before heading to the bathroom. His lips on mine served as an unspoken promise that this was only the beginning - not the end of our newly expanded relationship. At least I hoped so.

He soon returned and dressed once more. I watched as one piece of clothing after another was pulled, tied or snapped into place. I remained bound on the bed completely physically sated. The overabundance of his seed and my juices leaked out onto my bed's covers as my eyes openly admired Brad as a man as well as my brother.

Would he leave me like this for my girlfriends to find? I found myself not unwelcome to the possibility. However, he untied one of my wrists before he reminded me of my birthday party downstairs to attend and said he'd meet me there.

I laid there as he walked out of my room. It was some time later that I managed to free my other wrist. Once my ankles were free, I laid there once more as I thought about all that had happened today.

I then arose and went to my dresser. In next to no time, I was dressed. I hadn't bothered to put on a bra. I'd been bound enough today; besides, my thong panties were all the underwear I needed. I'd pulled on a comfy shirt and a pair of jeans before pulling on a pair of socks.

I looked back at my bed and the tell-tale wet spot in the middle of it. I'd have to change the sheets later tonight. Then I exited my room and headed down the stairs to join the party. After all, it was my birthday.

 

[Frags]

Brad had been enjoying the party for what it was but it in no way was near what he had just experienced upstairs. He was sure he smelled of soap and sex but he was in such a condition that he didn’t care. He’d taken what he needed but on the side he did wonder what Angela thought and where she was standing on the point. If she’d set it all up then she couldn’t be that upset about it. Unless his sister was the only one in on it. He still wasn’t sure and wouldn’t know until a few truths came around.

When Kim had come down the stairs, everyone in the area had turned, calling out ‘Happy Birthday.’ And if it weren’t one of her happier ones it’d definitely be one of her strangest ones. He knew it was for him. There were so many questions after what had happened tonight but he wasn’t interested in answering them all right now.

An hour after the birthday girl came down the stairs and stole the attention from the crowd, Brad found her, asking a question as though not a thing had happened between them an hour before, “How’s your party so far tonight?”

 

[kimberlee]

I smiled as everyone turned to face me as I descended the stair to cry out, "Happy Birthday!!!" I looked about for Angela or Katie but saw neither. I did see Brad; but, let myself be pulled by the crowd once I'd reached the base of the steps.

I mingled and chatted with my well-wishers. For the most part, they hoped that the next year would prove to be better than the previous one. Some few commented on the fact that they'd been waiting my arrival for close to thirty minutes. Their way of implying that I had been rude without actually saying so.

"Sorry, I was kind of tied up until now," was my blanket response to their implications and unvoiced request to know why. I wasn't about to tell any and all that I'd been getting my brains fucked out by my younger brother.

As if summoned from the thought, I heard his voice sound from behind my right shoulder. “How’s your party so far tonight?” he asked.

I turned with a smile. "Pretty good. But a bit of a let-down from what came earlier."