Truth or Dare: At the Family Cabin with Brother - Stella Blackmoon - E-Book

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Somehow the family talked me and my college-bound brother to stay with them at the secluded cabin over summer break. With no internet and nobody even remotely our age, me and my brother were bound to crack. Halfway through the summer, out on the lake, my leg brushed his and I swore I saw him get excited. I called him out on it and he dove into the water... and I dove after.

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Mom, tell him to stop,” I said, smacking my brother. “He’s putting it on me, Mom!” I tried to scoot to the other side of the car, pressing myself against the window. Eighteen-years-old and my big brother still found ways to get under my skin. Mom glared in the rearview mirror and smiled: “Oh kids,” she said, “we never get to see you anymore, Ms. College, tell me again, what classes are my smart girl taking next quarter?”

“Mom! He won’t stop!”

“Oh, hush you two,” said Mom. It seemed like she was just happy to have us back. I looked over at my brother who laughed and continued putting his feet on me. Ever since we were kids he would always mess with me. Now he was back and bigger than ever on a scholarship for college football.

I could kind of see down his shorts, his big, meaty football thighs in view. I punched him a few times, swinging my closed fists downward at his arms and into his chest and thighs and he didn’t even budge. “What?” he said, impishly, moving a foot up to my face, wiggling his big toe at me.

“Knock it off!” I said, he knew I hated feet, and just like that I was transported back to my childhood: Why did I agree to go on this trip? I slapped him again, his muscular thighs bouncing as he laughed. I could see his underwear through his shorts, his big cock coiled up in a tight package. He leaned back against the door and put his other leg up against me, getting cozy with his little travel pillow.

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by Stella Blackmoon

Truth or Dare

Published by Stella Blackmoon at Lot’s Cave

Truth or Dare

At The Family Cabin With Brother, © 2021, Stella Blackmoon

Cover by Stella Blackmoon

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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

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CONTENTS

At The Family Cabin With Brother

 

 

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Author’s Note

Family Exotica

Incest Erotica

Other Novels

by Stella Blackmoon

“Mom, tell him to stop,” I said, smacking my brother. “He’s putting it on me, Mom!” I tried to scoot to the other side of the car, pressing myself against the window. Eighteen-years-old and my big brother still found ways to get under my skin. Mom glared in the rearview mirror and smiled: “Oh kids,” she said, “we never get to see you anymore, Ms. College, tell me again, what classes are my smart girl taking next quarter?”

“Mom! He won’t stop!”

“Oh, hush you two,” said Mom. It seemed like she was just happy to have us back. I looked over at my brother who laughed and continued putting his feet on me. Ever since we were kids he would always mess with me. Now he was back and bigger than ever on a scholarship for college football.

I could kind of see down his shorts, his big, meaty football thighs in view. I punched him a few times, swinging my closed fists downward at his arms and into his chest and thighs and he didn’t even budge. “What?” he said, impishly, moving a foot up to my face, wiggling his big toe at me.

“Knock it off!” I said, he knew I hated feet, and just like that I was transported back to my childhood: Why did I agree to go on this trip? I slapped him again, his muscular thighs bouncing as he laughed. I could see his underwear through his shorts, his big cock coiled up in a tight package. He leaned back against the door and put his other leg up against me, getting cozy with his little travel pillow.

“Mom! Tell him to stop!” I squealed.

Mom looked back. “Oh, you two are so cute. Remember when you used to do everything together?”

“Mom, oh my god...”

“What? You took baths together until you were nine, you remember that?”

“Mom!”

Dad turned up the radio and Mom resumed telling Dad a long, arduous story about her sister and I could still see up brother’s shorts, his big cock inches from my thigh. I thought about grabbing it or flicking it, then I felt a tingle in my pants... this is going to be a long summer, I thought.

Weeks passed cooped up in our little family cabin and I was starting to lose it: We were too far from cellphone towers to get internet and there was nobody even remotely close to my age – the few cabins on the lake were owned by old retirees.

I couldn’t believe I agreed to this.

And I didn’t even have the foresight to bring my dildo or little pocket vibe. I lacking and beyond horny at this point.

Me and my dumb brother had been going out to the lake together — there was nothing else to do. We would float around aimlessly and I would read, while he would swim and sunbathe.

His body looked great.

Today he was wearing his shorts that were a little too small and I couldn’t stop looking at the outline of his big meaty cock. I imagined he was just as horny because he couldn’t keep his eyes off me either: Every time I looked up from my book, his were were glued.

I turned a page and stretched, my leg brushing against his thigh, when I could have sworn I saw his rod bounce. “Is your cock getting hard?” I said, deciding to serve a little punishment back to him for all the times he fucked with me.

“What?” His face flushed. “What are you talking about?”

“Your cock.” I pointed to it with my freshly painted toe nail. “Is it getting hard? Oh my god, it is, isn't it: do you want to fuck me?” If he was red before, he was scorching now. That will teach him, I thought. I put my foot in his lap and watched him squirm, then I saw the outline of his cock growing, which he quickly covered up. “What? Is it small or something?”

“What? No. Of course not.” He turned his head. “It's just the light.”