Brother Fuckers Books 13 – 24 : 12-Pack

This erotica bundle contains books 13 – 24 of the ‘Brother Fuckers’ series, where naughty siblings do the one thing they definitely shouldn’t.  Read how bro and sis go at it in sinful creampie sessions of delicious incest.

Stories include : ‘I Fucked The Best Man – And He’s My Brother,’ ‘Sex In My Brother’s Garage,’ ‘Fucked By My Mechanic Brother,’ ‘Positioned On Pole,’ ‘Fucked In The Cabin In The Woods,’ ‘Fucked By My Brother At His Opticians,’ ‘Jerking My Oblivious Brother In The Hot-Tub,’ ‘Nursing My Sick Brother,’ ‘My MMA Brother’s Victory Sex,’ ‘My Rock-Star Brother Popped My Cherry,’ ‘Ringing My Brother’s Bell,’ and ‘Pulled Over And Cuffed By My Cop Brother.’

Read An Excerpt

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” Glen said.

I looked up and let out a nervous laugh, but I didn’t stop.  Glen didn’t stop me either.

His belt burst open and I popped the button of his suit-pants, pulling his white shirt out and then unzipping his pants so I could get inside.

I looked at his white boxer-shorts and then up to his face.  He stared down in wait, his hands at his side.

“Here goes,” I breathed, putting my fingers over the waist of his underwear.

I tugged him down and felt the coarse hair against the back of my fingers.  I dragged downwards and then marveled as his cock sprang upwards, fighting out of his pants as though it was gasping for air.

He stood to attention in front of me, looking way larger than I’d anticipated.  I couldn’t help but laugh in disbelief, covering my mouth as I marveled at it.

“What?” he said, and he sounded self-conscious.

“It’s so fucking big,” I cried.

“Oh,” Glen said, seeming suddenly more confident.  “Is it?”

I wrapped my hand around it.  My fingers were a good way away from meeting my thumb.  “Yes!” I said.

Glen laughed again.

“I can’t even fit it in my—”

I opened my mouth before I finished the sentence and pressed my lips over him, listening to the resultant, satisfied groan as I brushed a lock of hair behind my ear.

I pulled back, impressed with myself.  “I guess I can.”

I moved my fist back and forth along him and watched the embossed veins slide beneath the skin of his cock.

Slowly I pumped him, sending him through the loose grip of my hand before putting him back into the warm, wet embrace of my mouth.

This time Glen put a hand on my head, gently guiding me along his length as I fed him to the back of my throat.

I slurped my tongue along the underside of him, but with his girth filling my mouth I barely had any room to maneuver.

“That feels so good,” he moaned.

I opened my eyes and stared up at him as he watched me close.  I started to put on a performance, thrashing my mouth over him and throwing my blonde hair about my head.

Before long Glen’s cock was glossed in my spit.  I gripped him in my fist tight this time, pumping him through it and watching as his hand made fists in the sofa cushion and his back straightened up.

“Fuck, sis,” he said, his voice strained as though he might bolt any second.

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