It Was Unintentional - Part I

This is one of those long character building stories. If you want instant sex then this will not be for you. If you want to read a story which builds the character then please continue. And I know its long so please don't comment telling me so. Thanks.

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chapter 1
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His cock pulsed with passion as his love juice filled my womb. He was in so deep I could feel his sperm crashing up against the end of my love tunnel. His firm grip on my ass lightened as his cock began to relax. I could feel his cock slide out, leaving my pussy feeling suddenly empty. It had been a while since we fucked doggy style. I missed the gentle kisses he usually gave me after sex. Instead he reached around and gave my breasts a nice little squeeze.

Of course he had to get up and leave right after fucking me. I had gotten rather used to that. I would usually follow him and cuddle up to him on the couch or wherever he ended up. This time I didn't. Instead I dropped my chest to the bed and left my ass in the air. I loved feeling his cum swim inside me. Usually after a good fuck my mind would begin to wander. How the fuck did we end up like this? What was it that got me fucking my own brother. Most importantly, why the hell did I like it enough to keep coming back for more?

Since my incestuous baptism by fire I have become rather engrossed in the erotic stories pertaining to the subject. I can say that it wasn't catching either one of us naked. It wasn't blackmail or an instant willingness to get it on. There was no booze involved. Nor was there anyone trying to convince us to fuck. It was really a series of events, or mistakes, that caused a serious error of judgment. It could all be explained as a mix-up of messages. Wires were crossed and the wrong idea got into the wrong heads.

Let's not get ahead of ourselves here. This story starts well before our first sexual encounter. It really starts with a decision made by our father that landed us in a situation for this to happen. It was his suggestion and his desire to make things easier on him that lead up to us sharing an apartment.

My first year of college was coming up. I had looked into all sorts of different housing options from dorms to apartments. The university was just over three hundred miles from home so living with my parents was not an option. My brother was also on the housing hunt. He had spent his first year in the dorms and spent the second year in an apartment with some rather financially flaky roommates. As a result my dad ended up paying the full rent because it was my brother's name on the lease.

After living in an apartment my brother really didn't want to go back to the dorms. My father started weighing the financial cost and decided he wasn't paying for both of us to live in a dorm room anyways. He also didn't want to get stuck with an apartment bill from non-paying roommates. It wasn't long before he presented to us an option that was hard to refuse. He offered both of us $400 per month for a housing allowance. This was short of the necessary amount for the dorm fees and it would be up to us to pay any differences between flaky roommates.

Now don't get me wrong here. I know that my dad paying for us to live away from home while in college was a fantastic thing to do. He was also footing the bill for tuition provided that we kept a 2.0 average. It didn't sound all that hard to me. There were just enough financial perks to avoid the negative consequences of not doing as my father asked of us. So when he suggested that we look for an apartment together we weren't too opposed to the idea.

As a result of my father's recommendation my brother and I set out on a road trip to find a suitable apartment. Now I know this is when most incest stories leap right into sexual favors but that wasn't the case for us. There was nothing sexual about this road trip. There was nothing that happened between us that would even suggest the possibility.

We searched all over for an apartment. We started with the big apartment complexes but quickly learned that for a two bedroom we would end up paying well over half our monthly allotment. This left us with little left for other living expenses let alone food. Looking at one bedroom apartments gave us the quick impression that there was little room and privacy available for either of us. Privacy was one thing we were both looking for. We really weren't interested in sharing a room but the higher cost of two bedroom apartments was sure pushing us that way.

It wasn't until we started looking at the homegrown apartments that we finally found something worth sharing. It took a while, digging through the classifieds and driving to different locations. We finally found a house with an apartment in the basement that we felt we could share. It was in a great location, only a half mile from the university. It had a decent sized living room but the smallest kitchen I have ever seen. It was like a miniature hallway with cupboards, a refrigerator, and a stove. The biggest positive of this apartment was the bedroom. Calm down pervs, it wasn't like that. The bedroom was nearly half the size of the whole apartment. With the doorway located roughly halfway through the room we figured it would be easy to split it in two. A hanging wire and a few blankets or sheets would give us enough privacy. We signed the lease and returned home for our things. With only a month before school starting we figured it would be a great time to get to know the city and the area.

Returning home with a signed lease was a less than ideal situation according to our parents. They really wanted to check things out before we made any "rash" decisions. In our minds the price of the apartment was too good to pass up. Only $350 a month would leave us with enough money to eat well and pay all of our bills. It was also easy to give my dad the impression that it was upwards of $450. That way we could have extra money every month without my parents asking about it.

Our parents drove back over with us bringing along beds, a couch, a few chairs, some minor kitchen furnishings, and a couple desks. Our description of the apartment left a little to be desired from both our parents. They weren't too exited about a single bedroom setup. It didn't take long after they saw the large bedroom before they agreed with us. A little help from my father and we ran a wire across the room and hung up some old blankets from home. Now we both had our own separate space with our own privacy. My brother chose to sleep on the side with the door, violating his privacy a bit. I thought it was rather sweet of him to do so.

I know what you are thinking but slow down pervs. I never saw him naked nor did I ever catch him jerking off. When I said there was nothing sexual about our living situation I really meant it. I always quickly passed right by his side of the room on the way to mine. I always made sure I was ready for bed and into my area before he was. This usually gave me some pretty early nights which lead to me waking early in the morning.

There are many of you who would be thinking that we should be bumping nasties after living together like that. But in reality it was the furthest thing from our minds. The last thing I was interested in was being physically involved with my own brother. Besides that my studies had come first above all. Being a music major I spent a lot of time in the practice rooms anyways. With my brother being an aspiring engineer he too had lots of homework. For both of us it was simply the same as it had always been except we no longer lived with our parents.

Despite our rather engrossed lives we both finally ended up dating. My brother tended to go through women rather quickly. He would take them out on a date or two before he would move on. Surprisingly enough he had a rather gentlemanly reputation and not one of looking for sex only. I guess he figured it was time to start looking to settle down so he would just stop dating a girl if she didn't match up to what he was looking for. As for me I too had started dating. But I ended up with one guy. We dated for a good portion of the school year up until the terrible miscommunication.

Paul was my boyfriend. I met him in orchestra. At first I just thought he was another egotistic trumpet player. But he cared about me, was a little on the chubby side, had a great smile, and had a great sense of humor. He also had a rather short temper. It didn't take much for me to set him off. He never really hit me but would sometimes say things which I felt bad about. In return I would spend hours trying to make him feel like I really did love him. Our physical relationship went slowly, very slowly. It was my decision and was also one of those things which caused him to get upset pretty often. Even though I didn't want to budge on the intercourse I was willing to go for oral sex. I guess I was idealistic. I wanted to save the sex for marriage. I had done it before with a high school boyfriend but felt like he had run away with everything I had ever owned when he broke up with me. I just never wanted to feel like that again.

Paul wasn't really a big man. His cock was easy to suck on. I had definitely seen larger cocks in porn and also on amateur guys on the Internet. I didn't care so much about the size of his manhood but more the size of his heart. I wanted him to love me so much that I would give him a blow job whenever he asked. It was rather easy to deep-throat his erection. After a few months of being together this is where our relationship settled. He fondled my breasts a lot but never seemed very interested in getting down my pants as long as I sucked him off. Not even with his hands. This usually left me to take care of business after he dropped me off at my apartment. Now hold on there perverts. It wasn't my brother that helped me take care of my personal business. It was my right hand mostly and the occasional cheating with the left.

My brother finally found a girl who he dated more than a week or two. I was a bit jealous of her. She was gorgeous. I know exactly what it was that attracted my brother to her. Her eyes were so deep. Her hair was so shiny. She had the most amazing hourglass shape. Oh I hated her for it. I hated her because she was beautiful. And on top of all that she was nice! Damn her! She was the sweetest girl my brother had ever dated. I knew that Maria was the girl he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

So don't you understand? I had Paul and my brother had Maria. There was no reason that we should have started fucking each other. It seemed as if things were going well for the both of us and that we would both be soon moving on with our lives. It was just as things began to heat up between Paul and I that things came crashing to a devastating end. Yes, it was then that my brother and I found ourselves in a very compromising situation.

But what could have actually happened to cause such a mess of emotions and lives? A series of events. Fortunate or unfortunate depending on your point of view. It wasn't until after this had all unfolded that we found out what actually happened. So what you get from me is the story with hindsight.

I had finally decided to give Paul everything he wanted. I had decided to make love to him. I had prepared myself with the proper safe sex precautions. I had even taken the time to groom my rather lush forest of pubes. Then I informed him of my decision and of my desire that it be memorable. His response was to get into my apartment and leave a message for me. Apparently my brother had let him in. He left an envelope on my desk for me to open when he asked me to.

It wasn't his note that caused our miscommunication. There was a slight mix up which caused large consequences. You see, earlier that same day Maria had been over at our place doing some homework. Of course my brother was at his desk so she went ahead and made herself at home using my desk. My brother, being the super creative guy that he was, thought the whole love letter idea was great. He also decided to write a letter for her and sneak it into her books.

Maria was packing things up just as I had arrived home. She smiled at me, "I'm just leaving so you can have your desk."

That caught me a bit off guard. I hadn't expected to use it. Although I was rather jealous of her for being the perfect woman I didn't mind her sitting there. "Don't worry about it," I explained. "You are welcome to use it anytime."

"Thanks," Maria retorted. She turned around and picked up her books ready to walk out the door. A small envelope fell to the floor as she turned around.

"I think you dropped this," I reached to the floor and picked up the small white parcel.

Maria looked at me and then looked at the envelope. With a rather curious glance she reached for the envelope. "Oh thanks." She seemed almost as if she wasn't expecting it to be hers.

"See you later." My brother responded to her with a mumble, completely engrossed in a time wasting computer game.

It wasn't until after Maria had left that my brother seemed to break away from his intense point and click strategy game. "Where did Maria go?"

"Seriously," I questioned in disbelief.

"Yeah. Where is she?"

"She said goodbye to you and left."

"Oh, oops." My brother went back to his game for a moment then magically broke away again, "Paul left you a note on your desk."

I turned towards my desk and gazed through my neatly organized clutter. Obscurely placed was an oddly folded piece of paper. I walked over, reached down and picked it up. I unfolded it and read the contents to myself:
"Meet me at the Holiday Inn at 7:00. Tell the person at the front desk that you are looking for some lemonade. They should give you a key and a room number. I'll be there ready and waiting."

Don't you see perverts? Don't you have enough foreshadowing to know what actually happened? Well, you should not have figured it out completely. After all I should have known when I got there right? I should have known that it was my brother and not Paul. With all the hindsight I have now I'm not sure how I missed it. As it is often said, hindsight is better than foresight.