A Long Journey To My Brother Pt. 02

Here is the conclusion to A Long Journey To My Brother, which I hope you will enjoy. I want to thank everyone who responded to the first part of the story, the comments were much appreciated.
If this is your first exposure to the 'Long Journey' story, I would greatly recommend you read the first part, well, first. If you insist on beginning with this second part (and really, you're missing out), Taylor is a young woman with a penis who has begun a sexual relationship with her older brother Jacob, who has become her roommate halfway through her first year of university. Taylor has endured many trials and tribulations during her life, including being raped by her prior dorm roommate and that woman's boyfriend during a seduction turned betrayal. Part 2 deals with the fallout as well as her and Jacob's relationship evolution.
All characters depicted in this story are over 18.
I felt the golden rays peaking through the blinds, the sun bathing my day's beginning in its warm embrace. Though not starting work until noon, I still felt hurried by the clock. I didn't want to move, I didn't want to get up, I merely wanted to cocoon in my blanket and savour a beautiful morning which followed another beautiful night. My eyes remained shut, and I smiled in remembrance.
It had been a wonderful six weeks. My boss had informed me that I would be training as her assistant manager during my summer break, my grades were getting stronger, and I even stood up for myself when some twerp classmate made a snide remark. While I didn't send him running for the hills with a blast of witty rejoinders, I didn't cower in fear either. My confidence was gaining, and the cause was no mystery.
Jacob was still silent, still reticent, and still frustrating at times. He was also the best thing in my life, as he continued to care for me and love me. He also continued, on an increasingly regular basis, to fill my ass with his hard cock. My brother steadily made himself available, looked at me with lust in his eyes, and never made me feel anything but desirable. I dreamt of his body at night, and whenever I felt the urge, rode it during the day. We continued our regular Friday night "dates" (thankfully my schedule almost never conflicted), yet also found other occasions to drive each other to climax. Jacob was quite satisfied to let me use him to fulfill my sexual cravings, and never turned me down when I wanted to play. Which hinted at the only slight problem.
As much as I loved our sexual adventures, being quite aroused by our taboo lust, I also felt the occasional pang of unrealized want. More specifically, while Jacob's placid nature had allowed me to push our relationship into more intimate territory, with wonderful results, his general lack of assertiveness prevented my brother from truly taking charge in the bedroom. Over the years, I had come to realize that while I could be the forceful one in bed and even enjoy it, a part of me wanted to be on the receiving end of a man's intent. To be taken. To submit. I wanted to be used by someone I loved, and be able to trust that they would also do right by me (the Cassie-Brian incident obviously didn't fall in that category). The thought of my brother carrying this out gave me tingles.
Trying to facilitate that desire was another matter. With Jacob being so uncommunicative (not to mention clearly damaged by life), yet so obviously turned on by myself and our situation, I couldn't really say to him, "What the hell is wrong with you?" My brother needed to be coaxed, seduced, yet I wanted him to take control. Even when I led him into my bedroom while nude (the only time we had taken our games into my space), crawled onto the bed on all fours, and implored him to fuck my ass raw as I waved my oiled-up backside towards him, I never got the impression that he was really willing to command the situation, even though he did slam my asshole good. Jacob was a tough nut to crack.
"I'm really proud of you, Taylor."
As usual, nobody stunned me without preamble quite like my brother. Jacob had never before said those words to me. While he calmly navigated Tucson's Saturday night traffic, I racked my work-addled brain, weary from a long lunch-supper shift, to give a profound, heartfelt, or at least witty response. Once again, my advanced education came to the rescue and I gave him my best.
"What?"
Yup, I still had it.
"Workin' so hard, keepin' at it, you've really turned things around. It's been impressive." My initial instinct was to seek inspiration, perhaps to the point of being maudlin, but I knew that wouldn't fly with Jacob. Consequently, I reverted to an old standby, self-doubt masquerading as modesty.
"Oh, I haven't really done that much. I'm just trying to get somewhere good."
"Well, that's much of the battle, isn't it? Going for what you want?"
"I guess so. It just doesn't always feel like a struggle."
"But you've had stuff to get through."
"Yeah, but when you focus on what you want and take control, it's really not that difficult. sivas escort bayan People will often just go along, which helps you out. Then you can find what you really need."
Jacob stayed silent, ostensibly focused on getting us home in one piece. I was unsure if he understood what I meant, though I wasn't completely sure of the meaning either. Little did I know what those simple words would set off. Nor how much I would enjoy finding out.
Tip-toed, I stretched towards the top shelf, my arm reaching, my hand grasping, my fingers just brushing the container, yet was unable to fully clasp the moulded plastic. I descended flat-footed to the floor, my held breath releasing, my long shirt dropping to cover my bare behind. Having my Sunday free allowed me to lazily delay my morning rise, followed by the luxury of padding about the apartment in nothing more than an old shirt while deciding on breakfast. Jacob slept away his nightly alcohol intake, leaving me a quiet stillness to contemplate my morning repast. I wanted something which would be both nourishing and capable of satisfying my sweet tooth. Waffles. Homemade waffles, with maple syrup. Quickly parsing the kitchen cupboards, I realized we possessed all the necessary ingredients, and with a burst of excitement, collected the required utensils and dishes to make the hotly anticipated meal. All save the mixing bowl, which sat on a top shelf barely beyond my diminutive frame. Yet my determination was undeniable, and I steeled what passed for my abdominal muscles in order to vertically lengthen my body.
I stretched my form upwards once more, straining with all my might, unconscious of both my breathy grunts and uncovered lower body, all to acquire the coveted prize. However, my single-minded focus caused me to be oblivious, and I missed the stealthy approach of a larger body, one whose strong hands suddenly grasped my hips, giving me a shock of fright and nearly a heart attack.
"Aaah!"
I quickly recognized my brother's scent, though it couldn't have been anyone else.
"Jacob! You scared me half to death! Do you always have to be so quiet?"
While relieved at knowing I was in safe hands, I was still annoyed that my brother had caused my heart to jump and my voice to gasp. I had descended to a standing position, though with my hands supporting my weight upon the counter. I also noticed that his hands hadn't left my body, nor did they possess any of the tentativeness I often associated with Jacob. He continued to hold me, and his body quickly slipped behind mine. I was taken aback.
"Jacob?"
I felt his breath upon my left shoulder and neck, revealing how close he had come to my form. Unsure what my brother was fully wearing, I discerned he was shirtless as his warmth radiated into my body. I could also feel his right hand slipping down from my hip to my butt cheek, fully engulfing it in his large palm. His broad shoulders shadowed my slender frame. I felt a little tentative.
"Jacob?"
I felt the soft touch of his lips on the back of my neck, giving me an unexpected jolt. His breath came deep and heavy, blowing warm air upon my left ear, giving me a shiver and weakening my knees. Jacob's left hand moved from my hip to my arm, slowly descending to cover my hand resting upon the counter, while his other hand powerfully kneaded my ass cheek. I heard a low groan which soon morphed into a soft growl, and sensed a great force upon me.
"What are you doing?"
I hadn't expected my voice to reveal a touch of huskiness, but I detected even more in return.
"Getting somewhere good."
Another shiver flashed through me, quickly replaced by a lingering tingle. Something new was happening, and I felt the flush of excitement that heralded a fresh experience. My body began to hum.
Jacob's body was exacting. His right hand left my backside and encircled my right forearm, soon sliding down until his hand covered my hand, just like the other. Pressing down upon my knuckles, he pushed his bare chest into my shoulder blades, achingly slow, forcing me to bend over the counter until my eyes were directly above my hands. My brother controlled me, and my breath became shallow.
"What now, Jacob?"
"I'm going for what I want."
"You are?"
"Yes. In fact, I'm going to take it."
If I'd had a pussy, it would have gushed. My brother had control, and he was going to use it to get what he wanted. Which was me. I was going to be used, and I would have to submit. My bare cock began to throb, and I was sure it wasn't the only one.
Slowly removing his hands from mine, Jacob returned to my hips, which he gently pulled back so I would be better positioned for his liking. Facilitating this, I spread my feet and jutted out my rear, a position which Jacob compounded by pressing the heel of his hand into my back, slowly tilting me over until my face rested upon my hands. Jacob now had full control, to have his way with me, and I could only give in. Thank God.
I didn't escort sivas know what to expect, and thought I was prepared for anything, but my sibling surprised me nonetheless. Standing directly behind me, Jacob raised my shirt to rest upon my shoulders, baring my back and all else below, and then began to descend, his hands trailing along my back and my hips until coming to rest on my rear. Jacob had settled to his knees which left his face level with my two ass cheeks. I swear they quivered.
Palming my rear globes, Jacob squeezed his hands and then spread me apart, exposing my hole to his intense view and causing my breath to shudder. I dared to hope at what he might do, but feared the disappointment of being wrong. Blind to his next move, I could only wait and sense. I didn't have to do either for long.
Jacob moved forward, and I felt his mouth on my cheek. He then moved to the other cheek, and I wondered if he would follow through and push beyond his restraint. The wonder didn't last long as his tongue soon connected with my hole. This was uncharted territory for me, and for us.
I gasped, moaned, and shook beyond control. I'd occasionally pondered if this would feel as good as I'd imagined, yet it surpassed my wildest dreams. My knees buckled slightly, but I steeled them as best I could as I didn't want to lose out. Not that my brother would have allowed it.
Jacob began to poke and probe with his tongue. My asshole, once puckered tight from nerves, relaxed and allowed access, though I don't think it would have withstood its invader anyways. Jacob was determined, forceful, and he wasn't taking any sort of denial, not that my depraved self was able or willing to do so. His hands continued to knead and spread my cheeks, manhandling me as a sculptor does his clay. He knew his intent and was in complete control. My brother began to lick, and I squealed in response.
Jacob's tongue soon alternated between long strokes and jabbing probes inside my hole. When licking, he would rise from my perineum up over my butthole and all the way to my crack, forceful and wet. It was an overwhelming sensation and left me powerless. On his probing excursions, it felt like I was being stabbed and explored by a sentient muscle which took command over my very soul. The combination was overpowering and my legs began to shake. My cock also vibrated and it became clear that resistance to orgasm was going to be futile (yeah, okay, I watched Star Trek too). My only breaths were gasps.
My brother's only sounds were some low hums bordering on growls. It was clear that Jacob really, really wanted this, and to that end, he began to lick even more ferociously, slapping my skin with his tongue and slobbering all over my asshole. He was going for the kill, and I was welcome prey.
My dick spasmed, convulsed, and spewed forth its cum without even being touched by Jacob or myself. I wailed and heaved as my seed splattered against the kitchen cupboards. The orgasm was insane and my brain was going insane along with it, with speech being pointless as the only result would have been inane babbling. My body ragdolled and I was completely spent. However, Jacob wasn't done, and he still had me under his control. I knew my fantasy was about to get very intense.
Following a few more drooling lashes, with saliva left all around and inside my back cavity, I felt my brother arise and stand straight, his legs taking two small steps as I suspected he stepped out of his boxers, a suspicion confirmed when I felt his bare penis against my bum. His cock was hard, iron bar hard, and I knew there was no point in resisting its intent, even if I'd wanted to. I had no say.
My upper body still lay prone upon the counter without any hint of energy coming forth. As Jacob fondled and kneaded my ass cheek with one hand, I felt him seek about with his other hand, first upon the counter and then in the cupboard above my head. Whatever his target, he quickly located it and placed it upon the tabletop next to my face. Opening one eye, I ascertained a bottle of vegetable oil causing another small jolt to run through my body. In that moment, there was little doubt as to the slick substance's usage, and I knew that my back end was going to get a major workout. Strangely, the realization actually comforted me. Jacob didn't wish to hurt me, even with raging arousal propelling his ambitions, and he was willing to ease the coming ravishment. My brother cared for me, and I felt loved.
Opening the bottle, Jacob poured a considerable amount into his left palm. After coating two fingers on his right hand, he dropped his left hand and I heard the slopping of his cock being oiled up. I filed the rude, wonderfully obscene sound away for future memory, and waited for my approaching violation. It wasn't delayed.
A slick finger was soon placed at my pucker and firmly inserted, causing a mild groan to escape my lips, which soon became major as a second finger followed the leader. I knew that relaxing my rectum was wise, sivas escort though a part of me wanted to resist only to make the following act more forceful. I needn't have worried, as Jacob was clearly doing whatever he wished, with as much or little power as he desired. His fingers began to pull out and push in with a repeated squelch.
Having already moistened my back hole, there wasn't much need for further lubrication, but my brother continued to provide, pouring more oil on his fingers. Jacob was doing whatever he wanted to me, and all I could do was take it. I relished every moment.
Hearing more repeated oily movement, I imagined Jacob's penile grip getting tighter as he prepared for the slippery constriction that soon would engulf his cock. I wanted it so bad.
"Please, Jacob, put it in me."
No response.
"Please, Jacob, I'm begging you!"
He completely ignored me. Perfect.
It may have been moments, it might have been minutes, hell, it could have been hours for all I knew. Yet on his time, at his leisure, Jacob slid directly behind me and settled into position. Raising my hips and spreading my feet, I gave my brother the most submissive and slutty version of myself possible. He was the firm warrior, and I was his for the taking.
I felt the spongy cockhead at my entrance and knew there was some impressive meat behind it. It soon entered my hole, briefly resting at my anal ring. Taking a moment to exhale, I was surprised to suddenly feel that dick pop through the ring and quickly slide deep into my cavity. Normally, my brother would take a few beats to allow me to adjust, yet this was no normal occasion. He was using me for his pleasure, and my accommodation wasn't a factor. Jacob was going to plow my ass.
He didn't waste time. Sliding his cock's full length in and out of my rectum, Jacob picked up speed and slammed into my hips, his torso meeting my butt with resounding slaps which echoed throughout the apartment. Our lurid violation, which had been an ongoing pleasure for the last six weeks, was finding a new level of debauchery. We would have made animals proud as we reverted to our most primal forms, rutting and fucking. My brother ravaged me. It was glorious.
I took it, because I was taken. My brother seized my body for his own enjoyment, leaving submission my only choice. It was delicious. Jacob had fulfilled a major fantasy, and as he massacred my hole, I knew it wasn't even crossing his mind. He was simply a man with a powerful tool filling a hole, just the way I wanted.
While I revelled in my compliance, Jacob increased his pace as his arousal spiralled beyond restraint. His cock was bursting with life, throbbing and straining as it sawed in and out of my ass. Amazingly, it wasn't the only one gaining momentum. Even though I had climaxed minutes before, my dick was rising to the occasion yet again, surprising and thrilling me, leaving undeniable evidence of my excitement. When Jacob reached around and clutched my tits, cupping them in his strong hands while simultaneously pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, I found another reason to pant. Though they would often slip from his grasp due to his hands' oily condition, my brother kept latching on to my nubs, bringing the pleasure and pain cycle to new levels. As he built, I built, and our collective force nearly removed the counter top.
Jacob built and throbbed and strained and grew, working towards the explosion that would mark his definitive claim to my being. I merely stood there, bent over and squealing at an ever louder rate while my brother approached his final destination, taking and giving, making me more alive than I ever knew possible. He slammed into me faster and faster until, at the moment of peak climax, Jacob withdrew his cock from my ass, quickly clasped it, and aimed it at my butt and back. The result was stunning.
Jacob howled. His hot spunk flew out of his slick cock and spurted onto my ass, my back and even up to my head with one particular blast. Feeling that cum landing on me, marking me, it spurred me on in turn, and I soon felt my own penis clutch and spew forth its second load. I heaved and shuddered as my body released everything it possessed, leaving me but a hollow wretch. I had nothing left, and it filled me up. I had been given what I wanted, and was too exhausted to protest otherwise. I wasn't the only one.
My brother collapsed upon my back, using my form one more time. His chest expanded and contracted upon my body, while cum smeared between us, just like our first time. Even if I'd wanted to shift from underneath him, it wasn't possible. A few words were gasped out.
"Taylor. You okay?"
Depleted of any energy, I could only nod and grunt an assent. My desire had been met, and it left me an empty spectre. I was so thankful.
Jacob detached from me and removed my shirt. Holding me up with one arm, he used the other to wipe the orgasmic evidence from our bodies. Having no strength to stand, I gratefully allowed Jacob to lift and carry me to my bed, where he gently laid me down before exiting the room. He returned moments later with a towel, placing it under my torso to catch any remaining spillover. My cheek felt the brush of his lips before I drifted into a cocoon of contentment. It was a slumber well earned.