Tricked by friends, fucked by brother...

It happened yesterday May 1st, at Helen’s house for the Labour Day party. The sun was blazing, the garden was full of people laughing and drinking, but we girls had taken over her big bedroom upstairs on the second floor. It was just the five of us—me, Helen, Mia, Sophie, and Lena—locked away from the rest of the world with bottles of cheap wine, music thumping low, and the kind of dirty talk that only happens when you’re a little drunk and a lot horny.

We were sprawled across her huge bed and the fluffy rug, skirts riding up, tops unbuttoned, laughing about the worst fucks we’d ever had. Helen kept refilling our glasses. By the third round we were all flushed and giggling, trading stories that got nastier with every sip. Someone confessed she loved being choked. Someone else admitted she’d let a guy cum on her face in a club bathroom. The air felt thick, charged, like something was about to snap.

That’s when Helen got that wicked little smile on her face. She sat up on her knees, wine glass dangling from her fingers, and said, “Okay, bitches. Truth or dare is for babies. Let’s play spin the bottle… but make it nasty.” She explained the rules slowly, savoring every word. The bottle spins. Whoever it lands on has to go down on one of her little brother’s friends who were hanging out downstairs. Blindfolded. Both of you. You have exactly one minute to make him cum down your throat. If you succeed, you’re done. If you don’t… he gets to fuck you raw, still blindfolded, and you don’t get to say no. Helen’s eyes sparkled. “And no talking. Not a single word from either of you. Just mouths and bodies.”

We all stared at her, half-shocked, half-thrilled. The wine made it easy to say yes. Mia laughed first, then Sophie, then Lena. I felt my stomach flip, but my clit was already tingling. I nodded too. “Fine. I’m in.”

Helen grabbed an empty wine bottle and spun it hard on the wooden floor. It wobbled, slowed, and stopped dead—pointing straight at me.

My heart slammed against my ribs. The girls whooped and clapped. “Anna! First victim!” Helen teased. I tried to look cool, but my face was on fire. Part of me wanted to chicken out. The bigger part—the soaked, aching part—was already imagining a hard, anonymous cock sliding between my lips.

Helen didn’t give me time to think. She pulled a black silk scarf from her drawer and tied it tight over my eyes. The world went dark. I could hear the girls whispering excitedly, the music still pulsing. Then Helen’s footsteps as she left the room. “Be right back. Don’t touch yourselves yet.”

I knelt there on the rug in the middle of the room, blind, heart racing, thighs pressed together. My short denim skirt felt too tight. My white tank top clung to my breasts. I could hear the girls breathing, giggling softly. Minutes stretched. Then the door clicked open again. Two sets of footsteps. One heavy, male. Helen’s voice, low and commanding: “He knows the rules. He’s game. No talking. You’ve got sixty seconds to make him blow. If you can’t… well, you know what happens.”

I heard the guy’s breathing—fast, excited. Helen guided him closer until I could smell him: clean skin, a hint of cologne, and that unmistakable warm, masculine scent that makes your mouth water. She tugged my skirt up and yanked my panties down in one smooth motion. Cool air hit my bare, already-wet pussy. I gasped.

Then she took his hand and wrapped my fingers around his cock.

God, he was rock-hard already. Thick, hot, pulsing in my palm. The head was smooth and swollen, a bead of precum slicking my thumb as I squeezed gently. I smiled in the dark, embarrassed and so fucking turned on I could barely breathe. I leaned forward, parted my lips, and took him in.

The first taste—salty, warm, alive—made me moan around him. I sucked him deep right away, tongue swirling under the head, cheeks hollowing. I wanted him to explode fast. I bobbed my head fast and sloppy, taking him to the back of my throat, gagging a little but not caring. My hand stroked what my mouth couldn’t reach, twisting, pumping. I heard a muffled groan above me, like someone had clapped a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet. The sound made my pussy clench hard.

I went wild. I sucked harder, faster, slurping noisily, drool running down my chin and dripping onto my tits. I pushed forward until my nose pressed against his stomach, swallowing around his thick shaft, milking him with my throat. His hips twitched like he was fighting not to thrust. I could feel his balls tightening in my other hand. Come on, I thought, come for me, fill my mouth, end this before I lose control.

But Helen’s voice cut through the wet sounds: “Time.”

One minute. Exactly. I hadn’t made him cum.

I froze, his cock still buried between my lips, throbbing angrily. Helen laughed softly. “You failed, babe. Rules are rules. Now you’re gonna let him fuck that pretty pussy.”

My whole body flushed with shame and raw lust. I pulled off him with a wet pop, gasping. The girls were whispering excitedly. I stood up on shaky legs, turned around, and bent over the edge of Helen’s bed. I shoved my skirt up to my waist, kicked my panties the rest of the way off, and arched my back, offering myself like a slut in heat. My ass was in the air, my shaved pussy glistening, lips swollen and open.

Helen guided him behind me. I felt his hands on my hips—big, strong, a little rough. She wrapped her fingers around his cock again and rubbed the fat head up and down my slit, coating him in my juices. “She’s dripping,” Helen told him, her voice husky. “Push in whenever you want. She’s on the pill, so fill her up if you need to.”

He didn’t wait. He pressed forward slowly, the thick head stretching my entrance. I moaned loud, pushing back against him. Inch by inch he sank into me—hot, hard, perfect. When his hips finally met my ass and he was balls-deep, I cried out. He felt huge inside me, filling every bit of my aching cunt.

Then he started to move.

His fingers dug into my hips, gripping hard enough to bruise. He pulled back and slammed in again, deep and brutal. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. I gripped the bedsheets, mouth open, moaning shamelessly as he fucked me like he owned me. Every thrust dragged across my g-spot. My tits bounced inside my tank top. I could hear the girls watching, breathing heavy, maybe touching themselves.

He was relentless. Long, powerful strokes that made my knees weak. He grabbed my ass cheeks, spreading me wider, pounding harder. I was dripping down my thighs. My blindfold kept everything dark and anonymous—just a thick cock destroying my pussy and the filthy sounds we made together.

Helen’s voice again, close to his ear: “She’s close. You can cum inside her. She wants it.”

He growled low—still muffled—and sped up. His balls slapped my clit with every thrust. I was right on the edge, whimpering, begging without words. Then he buried himself to the hilt and exploded.

I felt the first hot jet flood my pussy and I came instantly, clenching around him, milking every thick rope of cum as he pumped it deep. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, grinding against my ass, emptying himself completely. I was shaking, gasping, my cunt spasming around his pulsing cock while he filled me until it leaked out around him and ran down my legs.

He stayed inside me for a long moment, both of us breathing hard. Then Helen gently pulled him back. His cock slipped out with a wet sound, and a gush of his cum followed, dripping onto the rug. I stayed bent over, ass up, trembling, feeling used and satisfied and still so fucking horny I could barely think.

The blindfolds stayed on. No one spoke. Helen helped him out of the room. The girls were giggling and whispering again, but I just knelt there, cum leaking from my well-fucked pussy, wondering who the hell that was…

But that wasn’t the end of the night. Not even close. After Helen helped that mystery guy out of the room and the blindfolds finally came off, the girls were buzzing with excitement, faces flushed, eyes glassy from wine and lust. My legs were still trembling, his cum still slowly leaking down my inner thighs, warm and sticky. I wiped it away with my fingers, blushing hard while the others clapped and teased me. “Holy shit, Anna, you took that dick like a champ,” Mia laughed. I just smiled weakly, my heart was still racing, and sat back on the rug as a silent observer now. My turn was over. The bottle was spinning again.

Helen snatched it up, gave it a dramatic twirl on the floor, and we all held our breath. This time it landed on her. She grinned like the devil herself. “My turn, bitches. Watch and learn.” She dropped to her knees right there in the middle of the room, black silk scarf already tied over her eyes by Sophie. One of the girls ran downstairs and came back a couple minutes later with another guy—another one of her little brother’s friends, tall and lean from the sounds of his footsteps. Helen didn’t waste time. The second his cock was in her hand she swallowed him to the root, sucking loud and filthy, head bobbing fast, spit dripping everywhere. The guy groaned, hips jerking, and less than forty seconds later he was grunting and shooting straight down her throat. Helen pulled off with a satisfied smack of her lips, swallowing every drop like it was nothing. The girls cheered. She’d won her round clean.

The next spin landed on Mia. Poor Mia looked nervous but excited as the blindfold went on. They brought in Helen’s actual little brother this time—some skinny guy we’d all seen around but never really noticed. Mia tried, God she tried. She sucked him eagerly, gagging herself, using both hands, but the minute came and went and he still hadn’t blown. Helen laughed wickedly. “Rules are rules, babe. Bend over.” Mia stood up on shaky legs, turned around, yanked her little skirt up and her panties down, and presented her smooth, pink pussy just like I had. Helen guided her brother behind her, rubbed his cock along Mia’s slit, and told him to fuck her raw. He slammed in deep on the first thrust and Mia moaned loud, gripping the bed as he pounded her hard from behind. I watched the whole thing—his hips slapping against her ass, her tits bouncing, the wet sounds of his cock stretching her dripping cunt. Mia came twice before he finally flooded her pussy, groaning as he emptied himself inside her. When he pulled out, thick ropes of cum poured out of her and dripped onto the rug. She was a shaking, smiling mess.

Lena was next. The bottle pointed right at her. Blindfold on, she dropped to her knees with a confident smirk. They brought in “fat Mark”—this chubby, shy guy who was one of Helen’s brother’s friends and, from what we all knew, had never even had a girlfriend. Lena barely got her lips around his thick cock before he started whimpering. Ten seconds. That’s all it took. He exploded in her mouth with a pathetic little cry, filling her cheeks so fast she had to swallow quickly or choke. Lena pulled back laughing, wiping her chin. “The poor guy never stood a chance.” Mark was led out red-faced and spent. We all howled with laughter.

The game kept going for a while longer, but by then we were all way too drunk to keep count. The room smelled like sex and wine. Skirts were off, tops were discarded, fingers were wandering between thighs as we watched each other. I stayed on the sidelines, still leaking cum, my pussy throbbing every time I remembered that thick anonymous cock destroying me from behind. Hours blurred. We laughed, drank more, and touched ourselves shamelessly. Eventually I could barely stand. I hugged the girls, grabbed my stuff, and stumbled home around 2 a.m., the cool night air doing nothing to sober me up. I collapsed into my bed still in my cum-stained skirt and passed out.

The next morning I woke up with a pounding headache and my phone buzzing on the nightstand. It was a message from Helen. My stomach dropped the second I read it.

“Don’t be mad, babe. We were all super drunk and horny last night. But you have to see this. No one else will ever know. Promise.”

Attached was a video.

I clicked play with shaking fingers.

It was me. Blindfolded. On my knees. Sucking that thick cock like a desperate slut—fast, sloppy, drooling everywhere. Then the second part: me bent over the bed, ass up, moaning while that same cock slammed into my pussy from behind. The camera had been right there the whole time, filming every thrust, every wet slap, every moan I made. And then the worst part—Helen’s voice whispered to him right before he came: “Fill her up, Ian. She’s on the pill.”

Ian.

My little brother Ian.

I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. My own brother’s cum was still dried on my thighs from the night before. I’d let my own brother fuck me raw and I’d loved every second of it.

Rage and horror exploded inside me. I stormed down the hall to Ian’s room. He was still asleep, sprawled on his bed in just boxers, the same messy hair and peaceful face I’d seen a thousand times. I yanked the door open and started yelling.

“How the fuck did you end up at Helen’s yesterday?!”

Ian sat up fast, rubbing his eyes, confused. “Whoa, Anna, chill. Helen’s brother texted me at the last second, and said they needed more guys for some party games. I didn’t think anything of it. Why are you freaking out?”

I could see the exact moment it clicked in his head. His eyes widened. He remembered the blindfold, the no-talking rule, the way Helen had led him upstairs. He thought I was just pissed that he’d agreed to let one of my friends suck him off and then fuck her. He had no idea it had been me.

I shoved my phone in his face and hit play.

The video started. His face went pale as he watched himself getting his cock sucked by a blindfolded girl… then bending her over and pounding her pussy. When Helen whispered his name and he came inside her, his mouth fell open.

“Oh my God… Anna… that was you?”

I was screaming at him, tears burning my eyes. “You fucked your own sister! You came inside me! How could you—”

Ian looked devastated. “I swear I didn’t know! I had the blindfold the whole time. They told me it was one of Helen’s friends and that I wasn’t supposed to talk. I thought it was just some crazy dare. I’m so fucking sorry, Anna. I never would’ve—”

I couldn’t listen anymore. I ran out of his room, slammed the door, and immediately called Helen. The second she picked up I started yelling. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You filmed it? You let me fuck my own brother and then sent me the video?!”

Helen’s voice was calm, almost amused. “Relax, Anna. We were all wasted. It was just a stupid game. No one outside our group will ever see it. Ian didn’t know, you didn’t know. It’s hot as hell if you think about it. Delete it if you want, but honestly… you looked like you were having the time of your life.”

I hung up on her, still furious, and stormed back into Ian’s room.

He was sitting on the edge of his bed, head in his hands, looking miserable. I stood there for a long moment, breathing hard. The anger slowly drained out of me. He really hadn’t known. None of it was his fault. It was Helen’s twisted game, the blindfolds, the alcohol… and the fact that my body had betrayed me completely and loved every second of my little brother’s cock stretching me open.

I sat down next to him on the bed. My voice was quieter now. “You really didn’t know it was me?”

He shook his head. “I swear on everything, Anna. I would never…”

We sat in silence for a minute. Then I asked the question that had been burning in my chest since I watched the video.

“Did you… like it?”

Ian looked up at me, surprised. His cheeks were red. He swallowed hard. “I mean… yeah. It was incredible. I’ve never felt anything like that before. She—I mean you—were so wet and tight and… fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t say that.”

I bit my lip. My pussy twitched at his words. “It was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had,” I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper. “I came so hard when you filled me up. I didn’t know it was you, but… God, Ian, it felt perfect.”

His eyes widened. The air between us suddenly felt electric.

That was yesterday..

I still can’t stop thinking about it. I lie in bed writing this, replaying the video in my head—how thick he felt in my mouth, how deep he went when he fucked me from behind, how hard he came inside me. I was his first. His own big sister was the first girl to ever take his cock. And the thought turns me on so much I’ve been touching myself to it.

I keep wondering… what if we did it again? This time knowing exactly who we are. No blindfolds. No games. Just me and my little brother, alone, letting ourselves feel everything we’re not supposed to.

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to ask him.

Should I?