Brothers and Blondes

Jayden Robinson groaned noisily as he felt warm lips wrapped around his cock, sucking hungrily. He looked down to see his sister, Brooklyn, on her knees, sucking eagerly. Her tongue whirled around his cock, and her pretty hazel eyes were eager.

He put his hands on the wall to steady himself so he didn’t fall over at his sister’s expert blowjob. She was driving him mad, he was going to cum. Holy shit, he was going to cum down his sister’s throat.

Then suddenly, he was shaken awake and he found himself looking at the real Brooklyn. Jayden’s breathing was hard, his cock was harder, and he had one of Brooklyn’s hands cupping his cheek, and she was leaning over him tenderly. Her pajama shirt was loose, and because she was leaning, her tits were hanging right in front of his face, pretty much, and so much of her very large tits were right fucking there.

But Jayden’s urge to cum had barely lessened, he needed to get out of there fast. He tried to sit up abruptly, but Brooklyn made hushing noises and crawled into bed with him. Oh no. Don’t do that.

“Good morning, Jay-Jay.” Brooklyn said softly, and also rather uncertainly. They hadn’t spoken since last night, when they had lost themselves in the music and started grinding. Jayden had gotten to feel Brooklyn’s huge, incredible, round, perfect ass grinding back against him, and it had felt heavenly.

“Morning, Brook.” Jayden said, hastily shoving thoughts of Brooklyn’s fat ass out of his head. He needed to keep his arousal down, or he seriously might erupt. That sex dream had brought him really fucking close.

“Look, about last night.” Brooklyn began, and then she hesitated, “What happened between us, it was wrong. You’re my little brother. I should not be… grinding my butt into you.” Her cheeks were bright red after that sentence, and Jayden was a little flushed from embarrassment as well.

“I-I mean, yeah, it’s not what normal siblings do,” Jayden agreed, “But, I mean… I had fun.”

Brooklyn’s face softened, and she cuddled up to him more, pushing her amazing and plump tits right into his chest. Jayden silently resigned himself to his fate, of cumming in his underwear this morning.

“I had fun, too.” Brooklyn admitted quietly. “But… it was wrong, you know?”

“Yeah. Maybe wrong’s just a perspective, though.” Jayden said, not sure why he kept pushing the matter. If he just agreed and apologized, he could dash to the bathroom and still have time to get in the shower before he erupted.

Brooklyn hesitated, but then she nodded slowly.

“Maybe you’re right. I mean… what’s so different about dancing with you like that compared to anyone else?” Brooklyn asked, and it sounded like she was trying to reassure herself.

“Yeah, exactly.” Jayden nodded.

“You’re not upset at me, for last night, right?” Brooklyn verified.

“I could never be upset at you.” Jayden said instantly, and Brooklyn’s beautiful smile spread across her face.

“I’m so glad to hear that. I’ve been really worried. I love you, Jay-Jay.” Brooklyn murmured.

“I love you, too, Brook.” Jayden murmured back, and the Robinson siblings hugged tightly.

And then Jayden excused himself to the bathroom, where he took a nice hot shower, and jerked off to the image of Dream Brooklyn blowing him. Then it switched to Real Brooklyn leaning over him, her braless tits nearly falling out of her shirt.

Dream Brooklyn.

Real Brooklyn.

Dream Brooklyn.

Real Brooklyn.

“Brooklyn!”

———

Owen Vane approached the door to his sister’s bedroom, beyond thankful for the carpeted flooring. It allowed him to move much quieter towards a destination he definitely shouldn’t be, but today, right now, it was finally worth the risk, so to speak, because the risk was so much smaller.

The younger of his two elder sisters, Octavia, was at college.

His mom Phoebe was out with his dad, Peter, and the two were off grocery shopping. Which meant Owen was home alone with just Olivia here… and Olivia had just turned off the shower, and Owen knew that Olivia always came back out into her bedroom to change, rather than bring clothes into her bathroom.

Er… just don’t ask how he knew that.

Owen quietly pushed her bedroom door open just a little bit, and his eyes nearly bugged out. His timing had been impeccable. The bathroom door had just opened, and out came Olivia, her long blonde hair still wet.

She was entirely naked, every inch of her pale body on glorious display. Owen’s eyes went first to her enormous F cup tits, of course. He’d stolen a bra of hers before, and before he did any perverted thing to it, he’d just marveled at how goddamn big the cups of that bra had been.

Olivia was a goddess among women. The only woman he’d ever seen in person who was bustier than Olivia was their mom, Phoebe, and only Rachel Barnes even came close to Olivia’s tit size.

She was more than just a pair of huge, incredible, mouthwateringly tremendous tits though, of course. Her light green eyes were hypnotically beautiful, and the black glasses she wore gave her an adorable look.

Her body was quite curvy, with thick curves and thicker thighs, a bouncy, round ass that was just insane, and some wide hips to put a porn star to shame. She wasn’t a skinny girl, his sister, and he fucking loved it. Skinny girls didn’t have the right curves and assets. Like, Dana Holland? She was hot, but she just didn’t do it for Owen. Brooklyn Robinson and Daisy Holland were more his speed, and of course, the crown jewel, Olivia. Amy Blackson was pretty fucking curvy, too, and the softness of her body really weighed in her favor.

Owen watched hungrily as Olivia pulled on some lacy red panties, then grabbed one of her giant bras and put it on. Such a shame, locking those fat, heavenly tits up. She turned around, and Owen had a chance to drool over her fat, bouncy ass, and her cheeks jiggled whenever she moved.

Fuck, he liked watching her walk around. Then, sadly, she pulled on some jean shorts, hiding that incredible ass from view. She crossed next to her closet, and pulled down a pale pink shirt, one which covered all her naughty bits, unfortunately. Not even any cleavage! Of course, no shirt could hide the giant globes on her chest, but they were unable to be viewed even if they were still very obviously there.

Olivia adjusted her glasses in the cute little way she did, and blew out a breath as she fixed a bit of her wet golden hair.

She gave the mirror a friendly smile, and then she was coming… towards Owen. Fuck, he was an idiot. He scrambled to make it a few steps down the hall and then he turned around and started walking towards Olivia’s room just as she was coming out of her room.

“Hey, Owen.” Olivia smiled, and she gave him a warm hug, one where he got to wrap his arms around her and squeeze her voluptuous body.

Olivia frowned suddenly as she realized where Owen had been coming from.

“Why were you in Mom and Dad’s room?” Olivia asked, looking down the hall that Owen had supposedly been coming from.

“I was looking for a towel.” Owen lied instantly.

“Oh! You should have just came and asked me, I’ve got a spare. Wait here.” Olivia told her younger brother with a smile and went to grab it from her bathroom.

In the time she was away, Owen gave a sigh of relief and adjusted his shorts to conceal his boner a little better.

He was so glad his sister was such a nice person.

———

Skylar Wayne rolled her shoulders as she woke up. She gave a sigh and looked over at the clock. 10 in the morning. She’d slept in after the party, as usually during the weekend, she’d get up around 7 and go for a run. Her tight, sexy body didn’t come naturally, after all, Skylar mused to herself.

She slid her long legs from the bed and crossed to the window, clad only in a faded T-shirt. She absentmindedly rubbed her arm as she looked out her window, enjoying the view of the estate her rich family owned.

One of the security guards happened to look up and see Skylar in the window, and he gave her a polite nod, then his gaze traveled down to… oops. Maybe the faded T-shirt was a little too short to be going around not wearing panties. Skylar blamed her tits. If they’d been a bit smaller, the shirt wouldn’t have bunched up around them so much. Ah, well.

She gave the security guard a playful wave, and she giggled to herself as she close the blinds. That was sure to keep him alert and awake, anyway.

Skylar hopped in the shower and changed into some skintight pale blue jeans and a red cropped tank top. She admired herself in the mirror, fixing her blonde hair and adjusting the top to show a bit more cleavage. Perfect.

At about 11, Skylar headed out of her bedroom and down the stairs, where she found her brother and her best friend both in the kitchen.

Sam looked half dead slumped over a plate of waffles, while Isabelle looked perfect, in a white tank top and dark jean short shorts.

“I see you drank a bit too much, brother dear.” Skylar said to Sam, perhaps a bit louder than strictly necessary. Sam groaned.

“He’s a lightweight.” Isabelle stage whispered to Skylar, and Skylar grinned at her best friend.

“Oh, Jace sent over an invite to hang out over there. They’re having some kind of get together, I guess.” Izzy shrugged.

“You’re ditching me?” Skylar asked, feigning hurt.

“Actually, I figured you could be my date to the party.” Isabelle said, fluttering her blue eyes at Skylar. Skylar laughed, and she slid an arm around Izzy’s waist and made kissy faces at her best friend.

“I’d love to.” Skylar said, feeling her tits mash against Izzy’s slightly bigger pair.

“It’s a date.” Isabelle retorted, and the two girls laughed before separating. Skylar snatched a waffle off a tray and ate it as she listened to Isabelle talk.

“So, sounds like it’s just a casual thing, no rager like you threw last night.” Isabelle winked.

“I’m actually very disappointed at the outcome of that party.” Skylar sighed, “I didn’t even get fucked.”

“Such a tragedy.” Isabelle said dryly.

“I know!” Skylar exclaimed, then took another bite of waffle. She looked over at Sam, who was incredibly hungover.

“Sam, darling, do you want to come to?” Skylar called innocently.

“Keep screaming and I’m going to come beat you up.” Sam groaned.

“I have security guards to stop that from happening.” Skylar waved a hand. Security guards who she’d given an unplanned reward to, for their undying loyalty, but Sam didn’t need to know that.

Isabelle laughed.

“Izzy, your car’s already here, why don’t you drive to Jace’s?” Skylar suggested.

“Oh, the high and mighty Skylar Wayne can’t drive herself?” Isabelle retorted, but without any actual venom.

“We could take one of the sports cars, if you want.” Skylar said with a grin. She loved fast cars, and she had a tendency to be an absolute terror on the roads, but her driving skills were just about good enough to keep her from wrecking. She had been pulled over a handful of times, unfortunately, but kindly old Officer Cornwall had always let her off easy… with some persuasion.

Skylar was notorious among cops, apparently, according to rumors, and a lot of the younger guy cops apparently prayed for the day they pulled over Skylar Wayne. Skylar couldn’t imagine why.

“Now that you mention it, maybe I’ll drive.” Isabelle realized.

“Smart choice.” Sam muttered. Skylar whacked her brother on the head as she went past, and her and Isabelle both left giggling.

As the pair of blondes walked out to Isabelle’s car, Skylar passed a familiar security guard.

“Ms. Wayne.” he nodded politely, and Skylar smirked at him.

“Lovely morning, isn’t it? And the view’s not half bad either.” Skylar teased the security guard. He was a rather handsome man, after all. Most of her mother’s hired security was.

Skylar got in the passenger seat of Isabelle’s car, and she turned up the radio as Isabelle backed the car out of the Waynes’ long driveway.

Then, Isabelle put the car in drive, and off they went to Jace’s house.