Tales of Sin and Desire 2: My Brother's Embrace
Hey, Ishida here, just adding this one, thanks to a fan who alerted me that, well, I hadn't written yiff in a while. This one's been on my compy for like months so I finished it up nicely and threw it on yiffstar. Yea, its adult, and incestuous, so sue me. Enjoy ?
Tales of Sin and Desire 2
An erotic story by Ishida
There are many things considered to be 'taboo' by today's society, especially those involving lust and romance. Perhaps one of the most forbidden is incest, relations between members of close family. The ancient Egyptians believed that two pharaoh siblings born together were meant to live as lovers for eternity. Such things are, today, frowned upon, ignored, and avoided. But for Ben, a young lion male just beginning to explore his sexuality, it is something warm, loving, and erotic.
My Brother's Embrace
Ever since I could remember, my brother Mick has been my closest friend. We made up and laughed after we fought, which wasn't often, and he usually let me hang out with his other friends and he'd hang around mine, even when we played dorky little games. He always called me by the name I liked best, just Ben, not Benjamin or Benny or Benji. Even when my mane began to fully grow in, I wore it long and thick, and kids would call me Benjamina, or Penny, it was always just 'Ben' with Mick. He was warm and friendly, and usually pretty patient, and compassionate to no end.
He was the first one to find me the day my goldfish died. I was huddling against the wall in a trembling ball of fur and tears, and he walked in after coming home from school. Mick took one glance at the floating fish, and wrapped me up in his warm, strong arms, holding me close as I snuggled into his chest, whimpering and sobbing. He pressed his lips to my forehead and kissed me gently, rocking slowly back and forth until I'd calmed down, and by then it was quite dark. He helped me put Goldie into the ground, tucked me in for the night, and I think even did the homework I'd left in my backpack. I loved my brother; and I still do.
Back then I was just starting to hit maturity, as he started his senior year in high school, I was a freshman. Because of our daily schedules, I didn't see him at all during school hours, and that made me somewhat sad. I made other friends, however, and they were pretty great. We had our differences though- as they began to talk about girls like objects, I began to see little hearts when I thought about certain guys. I'd seen flamers around school, sporting skin tight shirts, fishnet, baggy jeans and rainbow décor. Most of my friends just made fun of them, but I felt sort of envious, and even a little attracted to them. I wasn't really sure at first what was so different about me, or why I felt that way, but mostly I was worried about what Mick would think. My worries were put to rest one day, as we were riding home, when he mentioned the gays around school. He seemed so offhanded about the subject, I doubted he would think any less of me if I told him. I didn't however; as close as we were, we still kept secrets, and I secretly loved this warm, exciting secret about myself, which I and I alone knew.
Like I said, Mick and I were close, closer than even Mick himself knew. I alone in out family knew that he, too, was gay. It wasn't until his senior year that he 'went out' with anyone, and that someone was a curvy Tigress, never mind her name. Mom and Dad were pleased, and I admit at first she seemed pretty nice. The more I watched them, however, the more it bothered me. Their relationship didn't seem real at all, and it seemed to me I was the only one who saw through it. My suspicions were confirmed one night when they were out on a 'date'. I called a friend of mine, Jeff, a young palomino horse, to chat. Jeff was one of Mick's best friends, but Jeff and I got along well, and it was nice to talk with him occasionally. I heard my brother's voice in the background, and it was obvious he had lied about where he had gone that night. I knew Mick's relationship was a farce, put on to cover his relationship with his male friends, and I later found out it was also to mask the tigress' own promiscuousness. He was a fag, and she was a slut.
As my feelings really blossomed, I began to enjoy Mick's touch, his voice, and his overall feel more and more. As I stared after him as he walked off one day, I gasped as I caught myself staring dead at his round, firm buttocks. I blushed crimson, realizing I was feeling attracted to my own brother. But more and more, I would watch as he undressed, spying on him silently as he showered. The very nature of my attraction, the shame, the sinfulness, was a turn-on. The more I watched his toned, lithe body, the more my shorts tented, my throbbing erection the tent pole.
It was while he was on another fake date that I began poking around in his room. He didn't mind normally, but we usually kept out of each other's places. That day I was simply curious, his musky aroma filling my nostrils, making my chest swell with sudden lust. I spied his computer, and sat down in front of it, touching the mouse. The computer screen flicked on, and I began to click, poking about in files and folders. I know it was wrong; he probably wouldn't have approved.
I clicked so randomly and so much, I didn't even notice what I'd selected. Inside were a few movies, recorded with a digital camera. Before I realized it, I was watching my older brother being taken anally by Jeff the horse. The stallion's long, throbbing black member slid in and out of Mick's tail hole rapidly, my brother groaning in pure pleasure as Jeff breathed hard, face scrunched in determination. Mick's cock was quite large, blood red like mine, his heavy scrotum the same shade of brown. I watched as my brother yielded to the sweating stallion, yielding his most private areas to the male's needs. He grunted, moaning louder and louder in an animalistic state of erotic pleasure, until his cock spewed forth seed, coating the sheet of the bed. They suddenly stopped, the movie ended. Before I thought about what I was doing, I clicked the next, and the two were in another position.
My eyes were fixated on their erotic motions, my hands reaching silently, automatically to my fly, unzipping it. I began to stroke as I watched my brother, my wonderful, warm, sexy, erotic, masculine brother, had his brains fucked out. I stroked and pawed off my own smooth, thick hardon as Mick sucked and bounced on screen, all for the camera, all for me. I came, over and over, watching my brother getting off his hung male friends, such an absolute cock slut. His friends, who I'd met before, got in they're share of licks, my brother was a beast at times, slamming into them harshly. From that point on, I would sneak into his room whenever I could, and masturbate watching those videos. I couldn't stop thinking about him; my desire was stronger than it had ever been. But it was never enough, never enough to slake my lust for long.
That changed, however, shortly afterward.
My first incestuous experience was not with my brother, but with Sam, my cousin. About a month or so after I'd first seen my brother's videos, I went to visit my grandparent's up north, and Sam was also visiting by sheer coincidence. I had rarely met him before, only once or twice at a reunion when we were children. Had I known what he had become upon reaching maturity, I'd have sought him out sooner.
We watched TV idly before dinner that night, I in a large, cushioned chair in the corner, and Sam sprawled out on his stomach, gazing at the screen. I stared at his round butt, held tight by his baggy, ragged black jeans, his shirtless back covered in golden-yellow, well groomed fur, rainbow anklets tight around his ankles. His footpads, a soft velvety pink, were in the air, contentedly rubbing one another. He was one of the most flagrant pillow-biters I had ever seen. Hot, sinful thoughts began to dribble into my head as I watched his ass, tail waving back and forth almost seductively. I saw us, naked, touching, rolling in soft, wet grass, our lips kissing and hands roaming-.
I had to leave the room. I walked outside into the fading afternoon, wandering around to the back of my grandparent's house. I breathed deeply, trying to shake the sexual thoughts racing through my mind. My grandparents lived in a 'country' sort of setting, where there were few neighbors, and the ones they had owned houses miles away. A thin pine forest stretched for a few miles behind their home, but directly behind the house in the backyard were dozens of old, rotted trailers, filled with junk. (My grandfather dealt the stuff, and actually made a decent amount of money.)
As a kid, I'd wander around the trailers, pretending and playing around. Now they seemed like giant, gray bovines, grazing in the pasture of the backyard. Tucked in the center of the herd of trailer-cows was a small, wooden tool-shed, stacked and crowded with boxes. I gazed inside, and stepped in, noticing the tent formed in my pants. I began to stroke it idly, never really intending on finishing it out, just liking the feeling of it being stroked.
I never heard Sam follow me outside, calling my name as he went, until it was too late. He pulled open the little door, calling out for me. Startled beyond words, I whirled around, my throbbing hardon forming the little mountain of jean material of my pants right in his line of sight. I gasped, speechless, caught with my pants down, so to speak. I watched bewildered as his eyes filled with lust, his movements suddenly slinking and deliberate as he turned, shut, and locked the shed door. I struggled for words, my heart - and testicles for that matter - caught in my throat as he grinned sinfully, leaning into my face far enough so that I could feel his warm breath on my lips.
"I didn't know you had matured so much, Ben, you're a very handsome boy." He said simply, and I could almost hear my cock throbbing underneath its denim shield. The sheer eroticism of the situation was almost too much. Sam, a year older and a head shorter leaned closer, his warm, soft stomach fur, exposed by his short loose shirt, so close to mine. His slick, rough feline tongue slipping out, exploring my lips as his hand found my waist.
I nearly panicked, nearly screamed in sexual tension... but it broke differently. He pulled back, grinning like a naughty school boy, and chuckled, "Let me see it."
Without question, I unzipped, letting my rock-solid cock slip out, its full nine inch shaft throbbing straight out in front of me. It tensed reflexively as his loud 'murr' of pleasure reached my ears, my face blushing profusely. "Very nice!" mrowling to himself, he knelt, eye level with my moistening, formidable cock tip.
"W-what are you doing?" I said nervously. I didn't pull away at all, didn't resist as he murmured, "This..." and engulfed my hot, solid love pole in his paw, locking his lips around its thick base. I gasped sharply in pleasure, gripping the edge of a wooden crate behind me as he pulled his lips along my cock, kissing it as the pre-ejaculate covered tip left a thin bridge of the clear stuff connected to his lip, his soft, gentle paw roaming along my testicles. I panted heavily as my cousin's tongue ran up and down the length of my engorged penis, lapping at the head, teasing it with gentle licks. A fevered moan escaped my throat, and he abruptly swallowed me down again, plunging my love muscle down his eager young throat again and again, his tongue wrapping around it as it throbbed tenderly inside his jowls.
My climax started to build rapidly, my cock head squeezed at the back of his throat, apparently devoid of gag reflex. I moaned again, calling his name softly, and he sensed I was near shooting a hot wad down his throat. Pulling off again, he stood, licking his lips.
"S-Sam..." I said with more than a little nervous lust and intense want in my voice, "Should we be doing this?"
He chuckled softly, starting to undo his fly. "Incest is a little new to me but..." he lowered his pants, turning around slowly to reveal a tight, round set of butt cheeks. "You're very, very cute."
I nearly came as I realized what he was offering, his tail lifting high in the afternoon sunlight that streamed from the window, his tight puckered anus the most sensual thing I had ever seen. Snatching the condom he mentioned in his back pocket quickly, I rolled it over myself hastily, taking a firm grip of his hips as he purred encouragement, moaning at my touch.
I had never had sex before. I had a basic idea of what was supposed to happen, but nothing prepared me for this. The soft, gentle warmth of my cousin Sam's anus, the texture of his furry rump against my crotch, the sight of his tail waving in front of my nose; it all added together to form the most wonderful experience I had ever had. I ran on almost pure instinct, my hips thrusting as I pounded hungrily into him, my solid shaft stretching his sphincter tightly. I reached forward, pinching his nipples teasingly.
He giggled, moaning, "Aaah... so hard... wish we'd done this sooner."
"Me too!" I panted, slamming into my cousin's ass rhythmically. "Am I doing it right?"
"Grrf... Just fine hun!" He clenched his ass, somehow making my passage through tighter. Gritting my teeth, I slammed harder my stiff dick pulsating with pleasure. Something hot grew in my stomach, cool air blowing between my legs, tickling my testicles as my climax peaked. "Oh...fuck...!" I groaned, my balls drawing up and emptying themselves as my love muscles jerked and spewed hot semen, filling up the tight condom.
I pulled out achingly slow, my cock still hot and sticky. I was rather disappointed as Sam stood and stretched, turning around, his cock still hard. "D-did I make you cum?"
He chuckled and shook his head, gently kissing my cheek. "No, hun but that's okay; you can make up for it."
I nearly purred, 'How?" he abruptly held my mouth closed my mouth with his paw, listening. Outside the tiny shed, I heard footsteps on the ground, and someone whistling, calling out our names. My cock and heart jumped; it was Mick.
Before we could react, he trotted to the shed door and flung it wide, gaping. My cock stood out in all its glory, the used condom cast crumpled on the floor, my cousin Sam against the wall pants-less, equally aroused. I was horrified beyond words.
It all dissipated when Mick simply smiled, shutting the door behind him.
"And what game are you two playing, huh?"
Sam giggled cutely, "Oh, just showing Ben here how to play nice." The little faggot lifted a foot, stroking my cock with his lithe toes.
I was still speechless, in shock I guess. I almost fainted when Mick asked, "Might I join in, hm?" he started to pull down his tight jeans.
"Wait," I stopped him, "let me." I heard him moan softly as I gently slipped down his trousers, smelling at his crotch before tugging down his under shorts, exposing his bright red, swelling lionhood. He murred as I stared in awe. "Are you a virgin, Ben?"
I nodded.
"Do you want me to change that?" my older brother smiled warmly.
I nodded again.
With Sam's help I licked and kissed my older brother's fat male-meat into a throbbing boner, and we took turns slicking it up as Sam applied a little lube to my unused ass pucker. My cousin held my shoulders as I bent over slightly, watching as Mick held apart my round buttocks, cooing softly.
"It's okay Ben, love, I'll go slow, ssh," I bit my lip as he started inward, felt the hot pinch as his cock head stretched out the sphincter like the lip of a party balloon. So achingly slow, he held my hips gently and nibbled my ear. All at once my older brother was buried deep inside me, thrusting so warmly and smoothly, pushing on and past my prostate. I moaned loudly into Sam's chest, and I could feel him beating off as Mick plowed right into my tight reddened ass. "Mm, you're so tight and hot, Ben, I love you."
"I love you too, Mick." I panted hard, unable to keep from thrusting back his hot pain and pleasure coursed through me, my knees trembling as picked up the pace, gliding in and out as my asshole slurped loudly. I heard him gasp and grunt, slamming hard unexpectedly.
I felt something hot and gooey fill up my anus, feeling like it went all the way up to my stomach. My balls roiled and I moaned in ecstasy as climax took me, and I soiled the wooden floor of the shack as my brother kept thrusting slower and slower, thick excess seed gushing out onto his sac and mine. I felt another thick stream of seed hit my belly, from the outside this time, as Sam came hard, wetting my fur. I panted, and was immediately kissed deeply by my older brother, his hot slick tongue rolling deeply into my mouth, and I fully and lovingly accepted, just as I accepted his slick cock.
I gave Sam a nice long kiss too, just to show my gratitude. We stood there rubbing each other and making out for a long while, before Mick led us out and around to wash off with the hose at the back of the house before going back inside.
That night we three slept in the living room floor, taking turns sucking each other off. I even got a nice foot-job from Sam (God that boy has some soft paws). Once we returned home, Mick and I expressed our familial love quite often, and our sexual activities helped me later on when I got a real boyfriend and the subsequent male friends after that. Even now, whenever he visits me or vise-versa, we have a good romp, and my current partner Kehm (he's a sweetie pie, a hot black panther from South America) loves a nice three-way with us. And every time, I thank him and embrace him with all my heart.