Melissa - A Taste of Her Brother

A young girl's forbidden bargain with her half-brother. One his conscience forbids, but a shared shower ignites dark taboo lust and shatters all boundaries...

Disclaimer: My stories are not separate. They breathe the same charged air, a world where the lines we are told never to cross are simply waiting to be stepped over. The familiar scent of a family home can mask the musk of secret desire. The trusted touch of a friend can lead to places you were taught were forbidden. A face glimpsed in one tale may be the one to whisper your deepest, unnamed sins in another. If one story makes your pulse quicken, the others will take you to the edge. Tap my name to explore the collection.

The ceramic of her favorite mug was still warm against Melissa’s palms, but the coffee inside had gone cold, forgotten. She sat at her small kitchen table, the morning light filtering through the blinds, painting stripes across the wood. Her mind wasn’t on the day ahead; it was replaying last night, the circle of friends, the wine, and the flood of confessions that had washed away all pretense. It was an amazing night, a terrifying, exhilarating night. She learned things about her friends that she would have never thought—or thought but brushed aside as absurd fantasy, her fantasy.
Allie, always the romantic, had found her hero: a man decades older, a retired decorated warrior whose body was a roadmap of lived experience, still in prime sexual condition even at the end of his life. And Jenny… Jenny had dipped her toe into the forbidden fruit of her own family tree. Her brother. Her cousin. Melissa couldn’t help the slow, knowing smile that curved her lips. She knew Jenny’s appetite; those two encounters were the start, not the end. A sudden, vivid memory of that daisy-chain the girls had tried, all limbs and tangled breaths, made her quiver in her chair. “You’re going to be masturbating if you don’t stop,” she murmured to herself, but her mind was racing, and she didn’t want to. Because Jenny wasn’t the only one who had crossed into the family line. A thrill, sharp and electric, shot up her spine as she thought of Ethan. Her half-brother.
Ethan. About 5’11”, with that boyish cuteness that hadn’t quite left his face, brown hair perpetually tousled, and a tan he seemed to carry year-round. An engineer now, but his first jobs had been construction, and it showed. He was toned, solid. Her father’s son from his first marriage, a man her mother had accepted from the very beginning. For Melissa’s early years, he’d lived mostly with his mom, no animosity from that divorce, but he’d preferred the summers at their house. By high school, he was a permanent fixture, and Dad eventually added a room above the garage just for him. He left stuff there, artifacts of his life, and when he went to college in-state, they were all delighted to have more of him. She never really understood how this man could be her brother. But she didn’t care. He was fun, and he liked her. That was all that mattered. She’d always felt older, making decisions that weren’t expected of her, and that was the year it all changed.
The summer outing with the school group. Two weeks, eight hundred dollars. Her folks didn’t have it, not with three boys and her to support. She’d lied, told them she was doing Girl Scout sales drives, but she usually just hung out with friends. The very thought of door-to-door cookie pitching was mortifying. And on that day, listening to the muffled argument from Ethan’s room, she found her answer.
“Dana, what the hell… Don’t do that if you’re only going to leave me hanging.” Ethan’s voice, tight with frustration. “We could have just left it at making out!”
“Well, I know, but it’s fun winding you up…” Her reply, light and cruel.
Melissa popped her head into the hallway just in time to see Dana disappear into the garage. Ethan didn’t follow. He stood there, fists clenched, a raw, wounded look on his face. He was pissed off, and he didn’t deserve it from that bitch. She’d seen Dana around, a player who collected hearts like trophies. It was in that moment the insane idea bloomed, a solution to her problem and his.
“Hey Ethan… you ok?” she asked, her voice soft.
He jumped, turning to her. “Mel, I didn’t know you were home…” He glanced toward the garage door as a car engine started. “I’m sorry you had to hear that.” The sincerity in his eyes made her ache for him.
She took a deep breath, stepping closer. “Ethan, I think we could help each other.” She gave him the smile that always melted him, the one that made her look younger and more innocent than she felt. His expression shifted, a curious what-do-you-want look.
“Well, tell me if I’m wrong…” Her gaze dropped, deliberate, to the rigid line straining against the denim of his jeans. It looked like it was trying to escape, a creature desperate for freedom. His eyes followed hers, and a flush crept up his neck. “But you have a bad case of blue balls… and that bitch has done that to you more than once!” She puffed out her chest, trying for a ‘big girl’ pose.
“One, blue balls? Where on earth did you hear that? And two, you’re not supposed to be aware of… adult situations.” He didn’t sound angry, just… stunned. He wasn’t recoiling. “And, god forbid, should I ask—what do you have to offer that would help me?”
This was it. “I need money for a trip. I’m supposed to be saving for it. I want to go… But I don’t have the money. You do.” She let the words hang in the air, a clear, unspoken proposal. She watched the wheels turn in his mind, the conflict warring with the desire. “I could take care of your blue balls… And you give me the money I need.” She laid it out, a simple, brutal transaction.
For a second, he looked like he’d swallowed glass. Then, his eyes swept over her, really looked at her, and the calculation began. “What the fuck am I thinking—” he blurted out. “Mel, I can’t take that offer… You’re…”
“Stop,” she interrupted, stepping into his personal space, her hand trembling almost imperceptibly as she reached out and boldly rubbed the hard length trapped in his jeans. The heat of him burned through the denim. “I’m a pretty girl, right? Forget my age. I need the money… It would be a simple trade. One that is as old as time.” The look in his eyes, a mixture of shock and raw hunger, made her instantly wet. He didn’t pull away.
“But, you’re my sister… and you’re only” he croaked, the words a flimsy shield.
Their eyes locked. He wanted to say yes. She stroked him again, a slow, firm promise. “Half sister!” she corrected, her voice a husky whisper. “Everyone’s gone tonight. Mom and Dad have their club night. My brothers are sneaking out. It’ll just be you and me here. Think about it…” She took her hand away, the sudden loss of contact making him sway slightly. “Ethan, I really need the money. And aren’t you tired of that bitch leaving you like this… Just your hand to resolve it?” She turned and walked to her room, leaving him standing there in the hall, a prisoner of his own conscience and desire.
Later, the house fell silent. Dad popped in, pecked her cheek. “See you later, kiddo!” Then the front door closed, and twenty minutes later, she heard the familiar rumble of her brothers’ bikes leaving the garage. She lay on her bed, pretending to read, her heart hammering against her ribs. Then, she heard it. The hiss of the shower starting down the hall. An invitation? She would take it as such.
She stripped, her movements sure and silent. Wrapping herself in a robe, she slipped into the steam-filled bathroom. The air was thick, warm, smelling of soap and her brother. She dropped the robe and quietly opened the shower door, stepping inside.
Ethan turned, and the water sluiced down his body as he saw her, saw all of her, naked and unashamed. The look on his face—a collision of shock, awe, and pure, unadulterated lust—was all the confirmation she needed. She had made the right choice.
“You shouldn’t be in here…” he whispered, but his voice had no force, no resolve.
“You like what you see?” she asked, closing the small distance between them. He was fully, magnificently hard by the time she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his beautiful penis. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“I shouldn’t…” he breathed, his eyes roaming over her body. “Fuck, I shouldn’t like what I see so much…” He was so much taller than her. His hand, large and warm, came to rest on her cheek. Then he bent down, a surprise. Maybe it was just instinct for him. She raised her face to meet his lips. He took her face in his hands, and they kissed. Lips at first, soft and testing, then she felt the tentative probe of his tongue, and she opened to him. It hadn’t been long since she’d started discovering her own body, the new and thrilling landscape of her girlhood. She’d never orgasmed, always stopping right at the edge, scared of the fall. But this kiss… this kiss was threatening to push her right over. Her pussy trembled, a deep, aching pulse. She was so wet, and she wanted to rub herself, to relieve the building pressure.
He pulled back, their eyes meeting. A slow, adorable smile spread across his face. He was happy. She stroked him, her hand sliding easily up and down his slick length. “Fuck me!” he swore, his voice rough with pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, and then she bent, pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to the swollen head of his cock. His jaw dropped open.
“No…” The word was a ragged gasp. He seemed to gather all his strength, taking a staggering step back. “I can only give you half. Your price is too much… even for this!” He was struggling to stand, to resist, but what he offered was enough to get her halfway there. And she so desperately wanted to try and swallow this big, gorgeous cock. She didn’t think she’d get it all in her mouth, not yet, but she had to try.
“Half is fine, bro!” she said, and the words shattered what was left of his restraint. She leaned in and swallowed the head, then slowly took as much of him as she could into her mouth, her tongue swirling over the silky skin. She slurped and sucked, finding a rhythm, bobbing her head up and down his thick shaft. His hands came to rest on her head, his fingers tangling in her wet hair, not guiding, just encouraging. She could feel him shuddering, hear his ragged attempts to catch his breath as the suction grew tighter, more forceful.
“Mel, I’m cumming!” he nearly screamed, a raw warning. She’d seen enough porn with her friends to know what was coming. She didn’t stop. She kept going, and then the first hot jet of him hit the back of her throat, followed by another, and another. Four pulses in total. She struggled to swallow it all, some of it escaping her lips. She tilted her head back, letting the shower water rinse her face as she swallowed the rest. He collapsed against the tiled wall of the shower, spent.
“Mel, fuck… girl, you shouldn’t know how to do that, kiddo…” he breathed, and then, in a display of surprising strength, he picked her up. She wrapped her legs around his hips, his softening cock trapped between their bodies. He kissed her again, hard and passionate, a kiss that tasted of him and her and the shower. If she hadn’t been so scared, so aware of the line they were crossing, she would have reached down and guided him inside her. He set her back on her feet.
They washed each other quickly, their hands exploring with a new, tender familiarity. After toweling off, they went to his room. The air was cool on her damp skin. She climbed onto his bed, the sheets cool against her back.
“I need to do something,” he said, his voice low and intense. “Something that will blow your mind… like you just did to mine.” He knelt in front of her, his hands gently pushing her legs apart. A giggle escaped her, a mix of nerves and excitement. She’d seen this in a porn, too.
He stared at her naked pussy. “You are so perfect, untouched… This is so wrong. But you deserve to have the right memories of a moment like this…” And then he dived down, his mouth finding her. He kissed, licked, and gently sucked her folds. His tongue was a master, finding her clit and stroking it, hard and fast, then slow and teasing. He assaulted her pussy with a pleasure so intense it was almost painful. She was lying back, a pillow pressed to her mouth to muffle her screams as she tumbled into her first, then a second, then a third shattering orgasm. The pleasure was overwhelming, and she finally had to push hard against his head to get him to stop; he was so eager, so lost in her. He fell back on his ass on the carpet, his robe falling open to reveal his semi-hard cock. Orgasmic, triumphant smiles were on both their faces.
He got up and approached the bed, kneeling between her legs. He took his cock, now well on its way back to hard, and pushed it down until it was lined up with her slick, virgin entrance. A fresh wave of fear washed over her. She wasn’t ready for that. Not yet.
“Trust me, kiddo…” he murmured, and instead of pushing inside, he rubbed the head of his cock up and down over her clit. She couldn’t help but close her eyes, the sensation sending electric shivers through her entire body. He stopped, then climbed up on the bed next to her, pulling her into a passionate kiss. He kissed her flat chest, her nipples pebbling under his attention.
“You’re a tease!” she whispered.
“I’m looking forward to seeing you develop,” he said, his voice full of genuine awe. “You are so hot right now… I can’t imagine how much you will change.” He kissed her again, a deep, promising kiss, then pushed off the bed. He went to his desk, pulled out his wallet, and counted out the cash.
“Our bargain, m’lady!” he said, handing it to her with a flourish.
She couldn’t help smiling. He’d prepared, just in case he surrendered to his base instincts. “Thank you!” she said, sitting up on the bed.
“I’ll happily give you the rest, if you want to trade again,” he said, and there was no conflict in his eyes now, only certainty.
“I’ll take you up on that,” she replied. “Let me know.”
Just then, the distant sound of bikes cut through the quiet. “Damn—the boys are back…” He said, and she was off the bed and running for her room, grabbing her robe on the way. She slipped into her room just as she heard the familiar rumble of their bikes in the driveway.
Back at her apartment, the coffee in her mug was a distant memory. Melissa was horny and wet, the memory of Ethan’s mouth on her, the feel of him in her hand, still vivid and electrifying. She rose from the table and headed for her room. Her vibrator would have to do for now. But as she walked, she was already pulling out her phone. She’d text Malcolm. See if he was available. If she was right, he only had chess club, and his parents had a PTA meeting. Being sixteen, they trusted him to be safe. So he’d tell them he was at a friend’s house. Like he had done many times before.
Melissa – 01

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