Little Sister Bea and Apollo - A Family Affair

Bea, 14, bonds with her dog, Apollo, deepens into the forbidden, and her brother, John, adores their secret. Bea asks him take her virginity and own his sister.

Disclaimer: Welcome to a world where forbidden desire is the only rule. This story is part of a collection where all lines are meant to be crossed. If you keep reading, you're already on the other side.
Reader discretion is advised.
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Read ‘Little sis Bea, Apollo and Big Brother John’ for the first story of Bea with the family dog, and borther John - tap on my name to find it.

The Monday morning air was still cool, carrying the damp scent of dew from the manicured lawns. Upstairs, in the quiet of her room, Bea stretched, her fourteen-year-old body lithe and limber, the soft sheets pooling around her waist. The phone call with Darlene had been a brief, buzzing distraction, a story about Andy and Melissa at some college party that felt a world away. Andy, always had an eye for the older boys, she tried to hide it. Now the kissing Ryan.
But Bea understood the urge now. A week had changed everything.
She giggled, a low, private sound. Since that night, she and Apollo were nearly inseparable. More accurately, his tongue was. The ritual was her new religion: a long, hot shower to soften her skin, then sprawling on her bed, legs spread, presenting herself to her devoted companion. He’d lie between the legs of this beautiful fourteen-year-old, lapping at the jam-covered clit until it pulsed with a succession of rolling orgasms. He’d learned her rhythms, the way she arched her back to grant him better access, the soft moans she’d make when she was close. In return, when his own needs became undeniable—a stiff, red cock poking from its sheath—she’d learned to pleasure him with her mouth. She discovered she didn’t mind the taste; it was earthy, primal, a direct connection to his raw pleasure. She found it empowering.
She was eager taste John.
But this morning, her thoughts weren’t on her faithful dog. They were on John. Her brother. The memory of his shadow slipping past the hallway and into their mother’s room was seared into her mind. She’d been pressed against the door, her ear to the wood, and had heard Mom’s breathy whisper: "Bring your beautiful cock to me." The shock had been fleeting, replaced by a deep, resonant thrill. Their father was gone, chasing youth. Why shouldn’t Mom find comfort, and pleasure, in the strong, loving arms of her son? The thought of it, of John inside their mother, made a fresh wave of wetness coat her thighs.
Apollo’s tongue was doing its diligent work, lapping at her folds, but her mind was elsewhere. She was aching with a need his tongue couldn’t satisfy. She wanted to be filled. Stretched. Claimed. As he finished, panting and ready for his own release, he attempted to mount her, to claim where his tongue had been, but she gently guided him up, away from the entrance to her sex. She took his hard, slick cock into her mouth. He humped instinctively, his hips driving into her face as she sucked, her hand stroking the base. After a rigorous fuck of her mouth, he gave a deep groan, pulsed, and filled her mouth with his warm cum. She swallowed, then patted his flank. "Good boy," she murmured, licking her lips.
Apollo jumped down and curled into his corner, contentedly cleaning himself. But Bea was far from content. The ache was a physical thing now, a hollow space inside her that demanded to be filled. She was tempted to let Apollo be her first, a wild, impulsive thought, but she’d stopped herself. That honor, she had decided, belonged to her brother. It had to be John.
She knew his schedule. He’d be back from his run any minute. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic drumbeat of anticipation. She lay back, her body still thrumming from Apollo’s attention, the scent of her arousal and his cum mingling in the air. She was ready.
Then she heard it: the click of the front door. Her breath hitched. A moment later, a soft knock on her bedroom door.
"Come in, bro," she called, her voice husky.
The door swung open. John stood there, sweat glistening on the hard planes of his t-shirted chest. At nineteen, he looked older, a man about to start his freshman year of college. His eyes immediately locked onto her. He took in the sight: his sister, naked and flushed on the bed, the scent of sex thick in the room, Apollo cleaning himself in the corner. His gaze darkened, and she watched the unmistakable ridge of his hardening cock press against his running shorts.
"Apollo enjoy his strawberry and pussy breakfast?" he asked, a slow, knowing grin spreading across his face.
"For sure," Bea chuckled, her own smile full of languid heat. She loved the raw lust she saw in his eyes, the way it mirrored her own. "I have something for you."
He tilted his head, curious, stepping inside and closing the door with a soft click. "Yes?"
"I want you to make me a woman," she said, her voice barely a whisper. She patted the empty space on the bed beside her.
His movements faltered. He reached for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head, revealing the smooth, hard lines of his chest. But his eyes held a flicker of hesitation. "Bea… we don't have to… we can keep doing what we're doing. You don't have to give me that just yet."
"I want to," she insisted, her gaze unwavering. "And I'm worried Apollo might get there first if you wait. He's pretty determined." She said it with a sheepish glance toward the dog, and it broke the tension.
A low laugh escaped him. The hesitation vanished, replaced by a fierce, possessive desire. He shed his shorts and boxers in one fluid motion, and his cock sprang free, thick, hard, and already beading with precum. He moved onto the bed, not to lie beside her, but to kneel between her legs.
He didn't ask for permission. He lowered his head, his dark hair brushing against her inner thighs, and his tongue found her. It was different from Apollo’s—slower, more deliberate, infinitely more skilled. He explored her with a practiced intimacy, swirling around her clit, dipping inside to taste her, his hands gripping her hips to hold her steady. She moaned, her fingers tangling in his hair as the pleasure coiled tight and hot in her belly. It wasn't long before she was crying out, her back arching as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.
Before the waves had fully subsided, he was moving up her body, covering her with his weight. His skin was hot and damp against hers. He kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that tasted of her own arousal. She could feel his cock, hot and insistent, nudging against her slick entrance. He shifted his hips, and the blunt head of him pressed against her, slowly sinking into her heat, stopping right where the thin barrier of her innocence resisted.
He paused there, his body tense, his eyes searching hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss, pouring all of her longing and trust into it. As their tongues met, he pushed.
A sharp, searing pain lanced through her, and she cried out into his mouth, a muffled gasp of surprise and pain. He froze, letting her adjust, his lips still pressed to hers. The pain quickly faded, replaced by a deep, full feeling, a sense of rightness that stole her breath.
"Okay?" he murmured against her lips.
She nodded, unable to speak. Her nineteen-year-old brother began to move, slowly at first, a gentle, rocking rhythm that was all pleasure. The feeling of him sliding inside her, stretching her, was intoxicating. It was everything she’d craved. Her hips rose to meet his, encouraging him, and he took the cue.
The rhythm changed. The gentle rocking became a steady, powerful thrusting. He rose up on his arms, his muscles flexing as he drove into her, harder and deeper. The bed began to creak in time with their movements, the sound mingling with their harsh breaths and soft moans. The look on his face was one of intense concentration, of raw, primal need, and it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
She felt his control begin to slip. His thrusts became erratic, more desperate. "Bea, I have to… I should pull out," he grunted, his body tensing.
In that moment, a fierce, instinctual need took over. She locked her ankles behind his back, anchoring him to her, pulling him deeper. "No," she gasped. "Inside me, John. All of it."
He groaned, a sound of surrender and release, and drove into her one last time, burying himself to the hilt. She felt him pulse, a hot, powerful flood filling her as he came, his cock throbbing deep within her. The sensation triggered her own climax, a final, shattering wave that left her trembling and breathless beneath him.
He collapsed onto her, his face buried in the crook of her neck, his heart hammering against her chest. They stayed like that for a long time, their bodies slick with sweat, his cock softening inside her. He kissed her neck, her shoulder, her jaw, before finding her lips again in a slow, tender kiss that sealed their new reality. They were no longer just brother and sister. They were something else entirely.
John rolled onto his back, his chest heaving as he stared at the ceiling. The plaster swirls became a meaningless map. "You're incredible, Bea," he breathed, the words feeling inadequate. "Thank you." His mind raced, rewinding the past week. The foggy memory of the freshman party, of a dark room and a warm, anonymous mouth on his cock. He remembered wishing, with a gut-deep ache, that it was Bea. And now… now he had buried himself inside his little sister. The reality was so much more potent than the fantasy.
His cock, still slick with her, gave a lazy twitch against his thigh. It was stirred back to life by the echo of something she’d said earlier. Her friends, Melissa and Andy, crashed that party. A sudden, electric connection sparked in his brain. The girl at the truth or dare game, drunk and giggling on the floor. It was her. Melissa. It was her magnificent lips that had sucked him dry in that dark room.
He was hard again, instantly. The thought was a jolt of pure adrenaline. He turned to the source of all his newfound desires, the beautiful, naked girl lying beside him. He kissed her, a deep, possessive kiss that conveyed the sudden, ferocious need coursing through him. With a playful growl, he hooked an arm around her waist and flipped her over.
Bea yelped, a sound of pure surprise that melted into a breathy giggle as she landed on her stomach. He moved over her, his knees nudging her thighs apart. He stroked the head of his renewed cock through her soaked, sensitive folds, teasing them both. Then, with one hard, deep thrust, he pushed inside, burying himself to the hilt. She yelped again, this time a mix of shock and pleasure as he filled her completely.
He grasped her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and began to fuck her with long, sensually deep strokes. He pulled out almost entirely, then slowly sank back in, his groin pressing against the curve of her ass with every deep push. She was trembling beneath him, her body quivering with the intensity of the deliberate, full-bodied penetration.
"Fuck me, bro… AAAAHHH!" she moaned into the pillow, her voice muffled and raw. She loved the deep, long strokes, the way he opened her up completely. Every so often, the angle would shift just right, and the crown of his cock would rub against that secret, electrifying spot deep inside her. He fucked her through one rolling orgasm, then another, her cries growing more desperate with each wave of pleasure.
He felt his own release building, a familiar, tightening pulse at the base of his spine. Just as he was about to let go, to fill her again, he pulled out with a groan. "Bea, turn…" he commanded, his voice rough with need.
She knew what he wanted. The thought sent a fresh thrill through her. She scrambled to turn over, her limbs clumsy with post-orgasmic bliss. As soon as she was on her back, facing him, he was there, straddling her chest. He grabbed his wet, throbbing cock and guided it to her mouth. She opened willingly, clamping her lips tightly around the head as he pushed inside.
He fucked her mouth, his hips rocking, driving deeper with each thrust. He pushed past her gag reflex, into the tight heat of her throat, and she took it, her hands gripping his thighs. She felt him begin to pulse again, the frantic, final throb of his release, and then he was flooding her mouth and throat with his cum. She swallowed it all, her eyes locked on his face, watching the raw ecstasy contort his features as he emptied himself into her.
The fantasy was now a reality. He leaned down, his body spent, and kissed her deeply. He could taste himself on her tongue, a primal, possessive flavor as their tongues met and dueled. They collapsed into one another, a tangled, sweaty heap of limbs and satisfaction.
The moment was shattered. A frantic yap came from Apollo in the corner, followed by a demanding whine, broke the spell. Before they could react, Apollo bounded onto the bed, a furry, excited whirlwind of raw need. His tail was a frantic blur, his tongue lolling, but his focus was singular. He could smell them—the potent, thick musk of their recent climax saturating the air. His own red, pointed cock was already emerging from its furry sheath, hard and ready. He nudged John’s leg, then Bea’s, his whine escalating into a low, insistent growl of primal need. He wanted in.
John’s first instinct was to shove the dog away, to preserve this moment as something sacred, just for them. But then he looked at Bea. He saw the flicker in her eyes—not surprise, not shame, but a familiar, knowing heat. It was the same look she got when his own cock was hard. A slow, wicked smile spread across John’s face. He didn't move to push the dog away. He just propped himself up on an elbow, his eyes locked on his sister, and waited. He wanted to see. He needed to see what she would do for her four-legged lover.
“Someone’s feeling left out!” John rasped, his voice thick with lust. Bea went to kiss him, but Apollo cut her off with a low, clear growl that was no joke. They both laughed nervously, but Apollo growled again, a sharp warning. He wasn't finding this funny.
“I’ve been keen to experience this,” Bea whispered, her eyes gleaming as she winked at her brother, “but not until you took my cherry first.” She turned her gaze to the anxious dog. “Can you grab your socks from the floor, please?”
John gave her a strange look, and then understanding dawned. He rolled off the bed and snatched them up. He proceeded to slide the cotton socks over Apollo’s front paws, a makeshift solution to prevent his claws from scratching her. As he did, Bea turned, rising from the bed and presenting herself to him in the classic doggie-style position.
Apollo instantly started lapping at her pussy, his rough tongue sending jolts of pleasure through her. But Bea had no patience for foreplay right now; she feared their time was limited. She patted her ass, a clear invitation. Apollo seemed to get it instantly and mounted up onto her back, his furry body covering hers. As he eagerly began poking at her cheeks, searching for her entrance, Bea braced herself and waited. John, seeing the horny dog missing his mark and moaning in frustration, stepped up. He reached under Apollo’s belly, took the throbbing, hot cock in his hand, and lined it up with its destination.
The next poke jabbed true, sinking deep into Bea’s willing pussy. And then, on the second thrust, Apollo knew he was home. He lurched forward, his powerful haunches driving him deep as he began to fuck her in earnest.
“Grrrhhh—fuck, boy, there you go—fuck me!” she cried out as she felt him sink in impossibly deep. His cock, a unique and alien shape, rubbed along her vaginal walls in a way no human ever could, sending orgasmic quakes through her body. Apollo hammered into her, a piston of pure instinct, his own guttural moans matching hers. Then Bea felt a sharp jab of pain, and a distinct pop. She realized his knot had just forced its way into her teenage-tight pussy, tying them together. His moans changed, becoming a deep, blissful groan as he continued to fuck her with short, powerful strokes.
John was stroking himself, mesmerized by the sight of his fourteen-year-old sister being fucked by their family dog. He thought it was the most incredibly hot thing he had ever witnessed.
“Bring that up front, bro!” Bea moaned out, her body shuddering from the relentless pounding her pussy was taking.
“Ooooooh, fuck, Apollo—you feel amazing… good boy!” she’d orgasmed twice from the sheer violation of her pussy by their dog, and a third was cresting.
As John’s cock came into view, she reached out and grasped it, pulling him gently towards her mouth.
“Fuck my mouth again, bro…” she struggled to speak, her words broken by the quaking of her pussy, “please!”
He didn’t wait for a second invitation. He jammed his hard cock into her open mouth, and she clamped her lips around him. He fucked her face, his hands on the sides of her head, gently holding her as he did. He found a rhythm to counter Apollo’s thrusts, driving both cocks in as far as they could go. Bea’s open throat felt like liquid heaven around his deep, seven-inch dick.
Then there was an almighty groan from Apollo as he hosed her insides with his cum. The sudden, intense heat of it pushed Bea through another shattering orgasm, which in turn triggered John’s release. He flooded her throat and stomach with his own thick load.
“Fuck, sis, that was outrageously hot!” he gasped, falling back onto the bed. Apollo was attempting to pull out, trying to turn, and John saw the stress on Bea’s face. He quickly moved to Apollo’s side, speaking softly and stroking his fur, keeping him still until his knot popped free with a wet, sucking sound.
Apollo returned to his bed in the corner, leaving John and Bea to curl up on the bed and recover.
After a few minutes, John pushed himself up, his movements slow and heavy. He climbed off the bed and grabbed his discarded clothes from the floor. She was smiling up at him, a lazy, sated goddess. He returned the smile, a silent, perfect understanding passing between them, and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. The three lovers—brother, sister, and Apollo—were satiated. For now.
John took a shower. Bea suggested joining him, but being the adult in the room, he knew the risk of their other sister, Lea, discovering them. She was supposed to be at a friend's house, but with Dad walking out, she’d been a little distraught lately, unreliable with her timekeeping, showing up late and early without warning. So getting caught by her was a risk John wasn't willing to take.

Since Dad’s betrayal, mom had made her mission to keep an eye on her eldest daughter.
John was trying to do his part. It was easy to be distracted by his youngest sister, with everything they had been sharing. But his heart went out Lea. She was hurting.
Dad had been her north star.
Once he showered, John dropped down to the kitchen to figure out dinner. He knew mom would be hungry, and a hot meal was the best medicine for her blues. That first night together seemed to restore her spirits, and John found himself smiling. He might need to see if she wanted more of that particular "medicine." He couldn't deny he had an itch for his mom now, too.
As he walked into the kitchen, Lea was emptying a can of Coke.
“Hey, sis, hungry?” he asked. She brightened at his question.
“Fuck yeah, was having a brain-fart trying to figure out what to eat.” He crossed over to her, surprising her with a hug. She smiled up at her brother. “What was that for?” He was still holding her, but loosely.
“You looked like you could do with it.” He smiled down at his sister. She was sixteen, and she was becoming a very sensual young woman, with dad’s genetics giving her a darker tint to her skin than himself or Bea. Her eyes scanned his, a new curiosity there he hadn't seen before.
“Yeah, I suppose I could… Thank you.” She leaned into him, her body soft against his. He hugged her again, a little tighter this time. “You’re getting too big, and getting old looking fast!” she said in jest, trying to step away.
He tickled her for her comment. “Old?” he laughed, wrestling with her as she escaped. She laughed back at him. “I’ll let that slide—for now!” He feigned a mock-kick at her butt as she got out of reach.
“What are you thinking for dinner?” she asked, catching her breath.
“I’m thinking Nana Brea’s cabonara.” Her face lit up at the suggestion.
“That would be great!” She gave him another smile, one that lingered a moment longer than usual, before heading up to her room.
John cooked dinner. He needed the space. His mind was a maelstrom of lust and love as he thought about his mom and Bea. Two of the three women in his life he was now fucking. The conflict between his desire for them and his need to protect them was a constant thrum beneath his skin. And he knew he would be lying to himself if he said he hadn't noticed Lea in a different light now, too.
He called his sisters for dinner. As Lea set the table and poured sodas, their mom arrived. Seeing her three kids dining together, the steam from the pasta rising between them, lifted her spirits.
They ate as a family. The conversation was easy, the laughter genuine. But beneath the surface, everything was different. John caught his mom’s eye across the table, and she gave him a small, private smile that was full of unspoken promises. Bea, sitting beside him, let her foot brush against his leg under the table, a secret, electric touch. Even Lea seemed to sense the shift, watching them both with a quiet, assessing gaze.
For the first time since their dad left, they weren't just surviving. They were a new kind of family, whole in a way they never were before. And for tonight, that was more than enough.
Brea – 2
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