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In A Family Way


by Alexis Ellison


Copyright 2018 Alexis Ellison




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In a Family Way

Book design by Alexis Ellison

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A STEAMY Taste of what you’ll find inside:


I leaned in close, poking my brother on the shoulder. “Eric,” I whispered.


He grunted and turned his head away, quickly settling back into a deep sleep.


I tried again, a little bit louder. “Eric!” I whispered, closer to his ear.


His eyelids fluttered open. He looked confused for a moment, until he focused on my face. “Aim?” He sat up and looked around, then rubbed the sleep from his eyes. “What time is it?”


I glanced at the entertainment center, eventually finding the glowing display. “Almost two.”


“Jesus,” he yawned. “What the hell’s so important that-”


“I need to talk to you,” I interrupted.


“Can’t it wait?”


“No. Come on.” I took his hand and pulled him off the couch. Unlike me, he was fully-dressed.


“Fine,” he sighed. He shuffled along behind me until we reached my bedroom. He closed the door and flicked on the light. “What’s up?” He looked a little bit more alert; he always woke up pretty quickly.


I sat on the bed, patting the space next to me. That was exactly where he sat.


“Eric,” I began. Then I paused for a long moment, not entirely sure that I wanted to continue. Once I started down that path, there was no going back from it. “Do you remember that night, when I was eighteen?” It was a silly question. There were a lot of nights that year. A lot of things to remember. I took a moment to prepare myself and collect my thoughts.


“The night you were drunk and I found you wandering the streets?”


That surprised me. He knew exactly what I was talking about. “Yes,” I nodded. “Do you remember what I did when you got me home?”


He nodded. “I remember it… do you? I mean, you were pretty drunk. I’d be surprised if you remember anything about it.”


“I wasn’t drunk. A little tipsy by then, maybe. But not drunk.”


A confused expression crossed his face. “You knew what you were doing?”


I nodded.


“Why?”


I started to doubt myself. The conversation wasn’t going exactly as I had imagined. “Are you mad?”


“No,” he said, a little bit more enthusiastically than he seemed to intend. “No,” he said again. “I’m not mad. Just… confused.”


“Oh. Well, I wasn’t drunk, not really. I just… I wanted you.” There it was. No going back now. I had confessed the very thing I’d been keeping inside for years.


“Wow.” He breathed in, held it for a moment, then exhaled sharply. “I always thought you were just drunk. That’s why I…” He stopped.


“Why you what?”


“That’s why I didn’t do anything. If I had known you were sober, or at least knew what you were doing… I wouldn’t have left.”


I felt myself blush slightly. “You mean you would have stayed?”


It was Eric’s turn to blush. “Yeah. I would have stayed.”


“I’ve wondered what it would have been like, if you had. I love you, big brother, and I wanted you to be my first.”


Eric shifted uncomfortably. “I guess it’s a missed opportunity,” he chuckled. It was a nervous laugh, and I could hear the unspoken meaning behind it.


“Maybe not missed,” I replied. “Maybe just… delayed.”


He studied my face, as if he were trying to figure out if I were joking or not. I looked back at him, my eyes making it very clear that I wasn’t.


“Are you serious?”


I nodded. “I’m very serious.” I moved a little bit closer to him, resting my hand on his thigh.


I could see the conflict on his face. A thousand objections passed by his eyes, but he rejected each and every one. I let him think, knowing he’d come to the same conclusion that I had.


“What about Anna? What if she finds out?”


I knew then that I had him. Or, more accurately, that I would have him shortly. His only concern was getting caught, and that was something I could help him overcome.


“She won’t,” I promised. “Only the two of us would know, and I’m sure not going to tell her. If we keep the volume somewhere below ‘earsplitting,’ it’ll stay our secret.”


Eric didn’t say a word. He didn’t need to. The growing bulge in his pants did the speaking for him.


“Oh!” I squealed happily at the sight. The bulge grew a little bit larger, as if it were reacting to my attention. “It looks like you’re ready, aren’t you, big brother?”


I couldn’t explain it, but I liked the way it sounded when I said it. By his reaction, I could tell that he liked it as well. There was no need to discuss it- I’d use the phrase at every possible opportunity.


“Do you want to see my tits again… big brother?” I asked, looking just as sweet and innocent as I could manage.


Eric nodded. “You have no idea.”


I stood. As I did, I allowed my hand to lightly brush over his cock. I wanted it, but I could wait for a few more moments. I pulled the nightshirt up and over my head, then threw it to the floor. I was completely nude in front of him; I didn’t feel shy or embarrassed. I didn’t feel uncomfortable or uncertain. I felt proud. I felt excited.


“Goddamn,” Eric mumbled. “You’re amazing.” His eyes danced over my body, running from my breasts to my firm stomach, and all the way down to my pussy. I had kept my pussy completely hairless for years, which gave him a perfect view of my lips and slit. I wondered if he could tell how wet I was already.


I turned around slowly, making sure he could see my ass, too. I wanted him to see everything. “Do you like?” I asked once I had made a full rotation.


“I like,” he replied. “Even better than the last time.”


“Well, you only had a brief glimpse last time. This time, you get everything… big brother. Are you going to show me what you have for me?”


Eric practically leapt up off the bed. For just a moment, I wondered if he was going to grab me, thrown me onto the bed, and take me without any preamble. I, of course, wouldn’t have objected to that. But he, like me, had a great deal of patience when there was something worth waiting for. It seemed, based on his actions, that he felt I was worth waiting for.


He pulled off his shirt, revealing his bare chest. His pants came next, leaving him only in his underwear. His cock strained against the thin fabric on the garment, almost like it wanted to escape. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, but I stopped him there. I had something else in mind.


I lowered myself to my knees, my face inches from his body. I looked up at him, staring deep into his eyes, as I pulled his underwear down. Only when his cock sprang into view did I break our eye contact. I wanted to see it.


“It’s so big!” I gasped. “Bigger than I imagined.”


Eric smiled, both at the complement and the revelation.


I wrapped my hand around his shaft. My hand was small and his cock was thick, which made it look even bigger. My mouth started to water and my pussy moistened even more. “Do you want your little sister to suck your cock?” I asked, batting my eyelashes at him. I knew the answer already, but the question was as much for his benefit as mine.


“God, yes,” he managed. His eyes didn’t know where to settle. He looked into my eyes, then down my back and to my ass. He shifted, slightly, looking at my tits as well. I knew he was etching the memory into his mind, and I stayed very still until he was done. That’s when I took the tip into my mouth.


Eric moaned when he felt my soft lips close around the head of his cock. I felt his hand wrap around the back of my head, but he didn’t pull too hard. Instead, he allowed me to work him into my throat at my own pace. I felt it hit the back of my throat, then pulled away in a brief panic. I collected myself, the tried again. Slowly and carefully, I took him deeper. At the same time, I started working my tongue over his shaft as it slid in and out of my mouth.


“Fuck, Aimee,” he moaned.


I looked into his eyes. I couldn’t speak, my mouth being otherwise occupied, but I think I was able to convey the sentiment with my expression. “That’s the idea,” it would have said.




Part 1: The Family Gathering


Family gatherings were, to put it mildly, stressful. Every year, there were meals to cook and dishes to wash. There were good-natured arguments and outright fights. Desserts to bake and beer to chill. It was a lot of work for the host, but it was always worth it for the rest of us.


This year, it was my slice of the family’s turn to host. I was just a child the last time we had everyone over- about a decade ago, give or take- and a lot had changed since then. For starters, Dad was still alive last time and my big brother, Eric, hadn’t yet met his future wife and moved out. I liked Anna, but on some level, I was a little bit jealous that she had taken my big brother away from me. It wasn’t really her fault that he moved away, but I missed him all the same.


Eric and I never really had that brother/sister friction that so many other siblings did. In fact, he was always my biggest supporter. When I tried out for the soccer team, he was by the sidelines cheering me on. When I didn’t make the cut, he was the one that took me out for pizza and to badmouth the coach. I knew from an early age that I could always come to him with my problems. As a little girl, he would fix my dolls and put band-aids on my boo-boos. When I got older, he was the one that potential dates were afraid to meet. He was my hero. My knight in shining armor.


I knew, also, that the feelings were reciprocal. My big brother loved me just as much as I loved him., and he doted on me as much as Dad should have. There was nothing that he wouldn’t do for me.


Except for one thing, one time.


I had just turned eighteen, an age where a girl starts to realize she’s becoming a woman. It’s also an age where a young woman’s freedom and poor judgement tend to intersect. On one particular night, that left me drunk and lost in an unfamiliar part of town after my friend’s party was broken up by the cops. Mom and Dad thought I was sleeping over at my friend’s house, so Eric was the only one I could turn to.


He picked up on the first ring, just like he always did when I called. I had just enough time to tell him that I needed his help and a rough location before my phone died. Undeterred, he got in his car and drove down the unknown streets until he found me. He was my brother. Of course he found me.


“Ricky,” I slurred, giggling at the sound of my own voice. He hated when I called him that.


“Quiet,” he whispered, clamping his hand over my mouth. We were making our way through the darkened living room. He was being much more careful and silent than I was. “You want to wake up Mom and Dad?”


I shook my head no, then licked his palm.


Eric sighed, then led me into my bedroom. “You’re lucky I was home,” he said, closing the door behind me.


“It doesn’t matter,” I sighed. “You’ll always be there for me.” I smiled. Then I burped.


“Go to bed,” he replied. “You’ll feel like crap in the morning,” he added as a warning.


“Ugh, I know,” I frowned. “But I feel good right now. I get horny when I’m drunk.”


“What? I shouldn’t know that!” He turned to leave, but then he paused at the door. “Good night,” he said after a moment.


By the time he turned around, my shirt was already off. My bra was sheer and lacey, barely constraining my firm, creamy breasts. “Hmm? Oh, right. Good night,” I replied with a smile. I arched my back slightly, pushing my chest towards him. “I’m a little tipsy… can you help me with my bra?”


There was a part of me that knew what I was doing. It was the sober part deep inside that was screaming at me to stop coming onto my brother before I did something I couldn’t take back. But the part of me that was freed by my lowered inhibitions didn’t care. He was a man that I loved and I, just as I had said, was horny.


Despite my offer, Eric didn’t come any closer. But, at the same time, he didn’t leave either. I took that as a good sign.


“Never mind, I think I’ve got it,” I continued, trying and failing to hide a smirk. He wouldn’t have noticed, though. He was far too busy looking at my now-bared breasts.


“You’re drunk,” he said, not even trying to hide the fact that his eyes were examining every inch of my exposed skin.


“That’s the only problem you have with this?” I purred.


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