Memories pt1

A deep crimson blush colored your cheeks as you watched your brother step out from the water, his sculpted butt in full view and as he walked away you could see something formidable swaying between his legs. When he turned to climb the cliff jutting out over the small pool you breath hitched as you saw the thing, or really things, that made your heart race these past few years. Your mother would catch a fit if she knew you were skinny dipping with Maelor, again, just weeks after your last scolding. It seemed like he purposely paused, stretching to show his toned muscles and defined abdomen. You did not care you focused on what truly mattered.

His dick, while soft even, was still something that fascinated you as your giggling handmaidens told you he was as long as the average hardened man. You fingered yourself hundreds of times listening to their sordid stories, sometimes even while they were still telling them, especially when it came to their more... hands on experiences. Your brother was a notorious pussyhound, bedding hundreds of ladies since you started keeping track in your middle teens but that was more so a game than any emotional connection. It was not until later when you gained a more womanly figure that your brothers interests turned more fully towards you. While every other woman was a game to him, you genuinely believed he cared for you, his touches evolving from the innocent charade of your youth.

You felt flushed as you snapped back to the present, already tracing your lips as you refocused on your brother who was smirking down at you. With a simple sway of his hips, his hooded cobra swung lazily backed by his twin brothers down below that could rival any bull. Knowing their prowess as over a dozen of your handmaidens had to be replaced because he turned their barren courtyards into fertile lush gardens overflowing with seed. "S-So big..." His swan dive barely made a splash as he disappeared, you instinctively backed away for you knew what would come next.

A gasp escaped your lips as tickling fingertips traced their way up your thighs to your hips. You could not help but giggle when Maelor surfaced next to you, "What did you say sis~?" His long platinum hair plastered to his face, covering his face but his smirk was still present.

"N-Nothing!" You bit your cheek as his strong hands slid over your belly as he pulled you close, your head tucking under his chin as if you two were made for each other.

"Hmmm, well only if it's nothing then~" You nodded, gulping as the heat radiating off of him was almost overbearing compared to the cool air biting at your wet skin. You were acutely aware of his manhood pressed against the cleft of your pert tush, always getting the nagging sense of how much smaller you were than the woman he went after, especially with the primal vigor he displayed on those few occasions you walked in on him ravishing a woman he had already knocked up. Groping and kissing their leaking breasts as he tried his hardest to give his prodigy a twin. Yet not once did his prodigious manhood ever twitch against you. It always casted doubt on his attraction to you, that is until his hands always migrated upwards, teasing your little mosquito bites, hot breath tickling your pointed ear. "Have you been a good girl~?" You were afraid of your voice cracking, so you just nodded quickly. "Tsk, must I always punish you for not speaking when spoken to~?"

It was a ritual at this point, this little game you two played. He hauled you out of the pool, setting you on the edge where his towel was always conveniently placed. You leaned back, wrapping yourself with it, breathing his rich scent as he parted your thighs, kissing down your belly until a nip had you inhaling. You smothered your face with the towel for a multitude of reasons, mainly to hide your embarrassment but to also conceal who exactly he was going down on. It mattered little, your brother was a creature of primal instinct and his need to breed was always at the forefront. None of your handmaidens had gotten more than a cursory fingering, they did not need to. His commanding presence and deep voice whispering in their ear had them soaked, and the rare few that were not became so after an intimate inspection of his pride and joy. You were certain some sort of magic took place as your brothers’ scent, musk he insisted it he called, was otherworldly.

You were not above admitting you stole your brother’s loincloth on occasion, especially after his little birdies told him so. You then found them in obvious places soaked with sweat from a hard workout, sometimes even with a little surprise from his nightly exercises in passionate diplomacy. As your brother proved his skill in making women moan between your legs, you could not help but think about what it would be like when he finally took you. Aside from innocent grazes in the pool, you've never touched his mighty pillar or boulders. Even after your 'punishments' he would walk away, as soft as ever when around you, before bending over the nearest female, married or not, and unloading his pent-up desires. He knew you would follow and watch, you were certain of it. Why else would he always be perfectly positioned for you to see his long cock plowing her depths or his fat balls plapping her ass, or sometimes nose. Though that was rare you admit, pussy was his main goal, everything else was extra frivolity.

You were an aunt a hundred times over by your eldest brother alone, though you hardly ever saw your nieces and nephews, your mother made sure of it. Asking your brother brought out his stern side, one he hardly ever used with you, and made it clear it was not your place to ask. Though he followed it up when he saw your hurt look that they were well cared for and their progress tracked. That was for the pure elven babies of course, his children with the human **** girls were disregarded period. It would not surprise you if some of the chambermaids who cleaned your room were kin. Not that you'd regard them as such of course. Your climax shattered your trail of thought, heat blossoming in your core as your brother greedily lapped up all your juices. Digging in his tongue within your folds, flicking it about as your whined and whimpered with wanton abandon. His callused thumb continuing its slow circular rubbing even after your clit became hypersensitive.

Going limp, you knew from prior encounters he would lean back, wipe his face with his arm, and survey your twitching figure with his signature wolfish smirk. You counted to ten and opened the towel, right on cue your brother ascended from the pool, dropping cool droplets all over your body as he stood above you. You could see his plump nuts pulled taut from the cool air, but even so, they were still as big as goose eggs. Another blush stained your cheeks as your felt the urge to lean up and kiss your brothers hooded 'lips' though that flitted away just as quickly as it came when your brother did his traditional stretch and yawn, sending his manhood swaying before continuing to walk above then past you. Your body felt unnaturally warm as your heart twirled in unadulterated delight that your brother chose you.