I drove home for the weekend to hang out with Mom and whatever friends were around. The hour drive felt long, but I was looking forward to a break. When I pulled up to the house, I noticed my brother's car parked in front. My stomach did a little flip; I knew exactly why he was there.

I went inside and found him waiting for me in the kitchen.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked him, trying to sound casual as I dropped my duffel bag by the door.

"I just wanted to be here when you got home," he said, stepping away from the counter. "I haven't got to see you for a while."

I raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on my lips. "See me? You came over to get a little, didn't you?"

"What can I say," he conceded, walking towards me with a look of pure mischief. "I've missed using your body!"

He walked right over to me, and with one hand on my boob and the other on my ass, he leaned in and kissed me.

I promptly leaned into him and slipped my tongue as far into his mouth as I could; he returned in kind, deepening the kiss aggressively.

He quickly pulled my shirt up over my head and laid it on the bar in the kitchen. My bra was gone just about as quickly. He cupped my boobs, his fingers testing the weight. "I think your tits are getting bigger," he said with a smile.

I confirmed, "I went up a cup size this past summer."

He immediately began to pinch, pull, and twist my nipples, knowing that it fucking turned me on so much. "Harder," I demanded, my breath catching. "OH FUCK, that's it. Keep going!"

I dropped to my knees, got his belt unbuckled, his jeans unbuttoned and unzipped, and pulled them and his underwear down to his knees.

"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed, my eyes wide. "What the hell is this?" I asked as I stared at a big stainless steel ring through the head of his cock.

He chuckled at my stunned expression. "I got it a few months ago. One night I was out with friends, we got a little drunk, and all thought it was a good idea to get this done. So, here it is."

"Well, that's different," I thought to myself, staring at the gleaming metal. Leaning in, I opened my mouth and took it in. The ring felt strange and also exhilarating against my tongue and lips. I was curious to see how this would affect my throating of his cock.

I went to work on him, moving my head back and forth, taking in a little more each time. The ring scraping the back of my mouth was odd, and it actually hurt a little. Despite the slight discomfort, I continued on, setting a nice, eager pace.

He groaned, placing his hands on the sides of my head, pulling me forward as he flexed his hips. I didn't think his cock could go any further because of the ring's size, but there was a sudden shift, and into my throat he went. The metal slid deep inside, and in seconds, my nose and chin were tightly pressed against his torso. It had been too long since my brother and I got to do this!

We continued on for another ten minutes or so. I had forgotten how well we meshed together. I guess we had been fucking together for so long, we knew each other's likes.

He pulled back and helped me stand up. He turned me around, pushed my shoulders forward, and pulled my hips back. With my hands braced on the bar in the kitchen, he pulled down my leggings and my G-string in one quick motion.

Taking his big, hard cock in his hand, he moved up close. "I've needed this for way too long," he groaned. The steel ring and the head of his cock slid up and down through my pussy until he started to push into me.

"Oh fuck, that ring feels so weird," I told him as he continued to push into me.

Once he was fully inside, he took me by the hips and started to pump away! With each thrust, that ring slipped over, by, or around my cervix. It was a strange sensation that had me yearning for more.

"Come on, fuck me!" I told him. He did just that. He set a pace and rhythm that was awesome! His body clapping off of my ass made that whole thing feel that much more right. It wasn't long before I felt it build, oh my God. Closer, closer, until the wave broke and an amazing orgasm ripped through my body. The moan I let out fed his lust for me that much more. A handful of my hair was just the cherry on top.

"Fuck, I need to come home more often," I told him.

It was just then that we heard the door from the garage open. "SHIT, MOM'S HOME!"

He pulled out and took off for the living room around the corner. I grabbed my bra and T-shirt and almost fell trying to run around that same corner! The two of us got ourselves together and walked back into the kitchen.

Mom looked at us and knew we had been up to something. "What have you two been up to?" she asked with that look in her eyes.

"He hadn't seen me in so long or beat up on me for a while," I stammered, scrambling for an excuse. "So he had my head mashed into the couch giving me shit about something I couldn't understand."

It was a lie, not a good lie, but all I could come up with having just been rocked with a REALLY good orgasm.

I quickly rushed over to my mom and wrapped her in a hug, kissing her cheek and praying to hell that she didn't smell cock on my breath! She hugged me back and, with a knowing look, told us to go downstairs while she got supper ready.

I asked what she was making and she said, "Lasagna."

"I love lasagna!" I exclaimed.

"That's why I'm making it for you," she said with a warm smile. "Now scoot, you two go catch up and you," she said, pointing a finger at him, "you be nice to her."

"I won't beat her up too bad," he told her with a smirk, and the two of us headed downstairs.

At the bottom of the stairs, we headed straight to my room! Our clothes came off so fast, it looked like we could have been on fire. I dropped to my knees again and eagerly took his cock back into my mouth. I threw my head back and forth on my brother's dick like it was a matter of life or death—I had to get him hard again, and fast. It didn't take long before he was fully up again and ready to fuck!

I quickly jumped onto the bed, laid back, lifted my knees, and opened them wide. In an almost Superman-like flying leap, he jumped up between my legs and plunged his cock into me so hard and so fast I let out a screech! I covered my mouth, shocked I let something out that loud, and he immediately began to plow into me.

There was something about seeing my brother between my legs, on top of me, making his cock disappear and reappear and repeat that set fire to my insides. With a gasp and a smile, I managed to say, "This is a great welcome home!"

"Wait until later," he said with a devilish look on his face, his eyes locking on mine as he drove his hips forward.

Oh god, I thought. Now what does he have up his sleeve?

It didn't matter right at this point in time, as he was relentlessly pumping me full of his pierced cock. The metal ring moved around and bumped inside me with every thrust, a constant, unique reminder of his presence and the raw, electric feeling of being totally taken by him.

He accelerated his rhythm, his body working like a machine above mine, intent on pushing me over the edge again.

I tugged on my nipples as he continued to attack my pussy, over and over again. Looking him directly into his eyes, I asked, "Do you want to breed me? Will you fuck a baby inside of me? No fucking around this time, pump your seed into me and make me a mommy!"

He always loved it when I talked to him about that. It always made a change in him, like he was now fucking me with purpose. Not just to fuck me, not just to cum in me, but to fertilize one of my eggs and make my tummy swell up. I kept up playing with my nipples and the breeding talk.

Our timing was almost perfect! A second orgasm ripped through my body just as he pushed his cock deep inside of me, and he shot his baby batter inside of me. I could feel his load pooling inside of me. Jesus, he always shot such huge loads! He stayed pushed into me, letting his cock soak inside of me.

Leaning down, he kissed me several times and told me to "roll over and to get up on my knees." I smiled, looking up at him. "I'm going right to round two," he said.

He moved from between my thighs, and I repositioned myself up on my knees with my shoulders down on the bed, wrapping my arms around a couple of pillows. He plunged into me with a wet "PLOP" sound. A firm grip on my hips, and he started pumping me like an oil well. The smooth, steady rhythm was perfect. His hips slapping off my ass felt so good.

I found myself lost in it all—the fact that I am home again, the fact that my brother is fucking me, Mom almost catching us twice and more! After pushing me through two more very nice orgasms, I looked over at the clock on my nightstand. It was getting really close to when Mom said supper would be ready. I told him we better finish up.

So, with a handful of my hair and talking to him about breeding, he drove himself into another huge orgasm. Again, his load pooling up inside of me. OMG, that was an afternoon.

When he was done, and we caught our breath, we started getting dressed. He told me to hold up a second. He opened one of my dresser drawers and pulled out this crazy looking butt plug. Smiling, he handed it to me and said, "Here, I got you something. It's called the Ass Anchor."

"WTF, how does this even work?" I asked.

He took it from me and squeezed the two halves together. That made it look like a normal plug. But, when you let go, those two halves opened up a long way. He turned me around and bent me forward. With my hands on the footboard, he lightly lubed the plug and my little brown starfish and then slowly slid this "Ass Anchor" up my butt. When it popped in and that thing opened up inside of me, OMG. What a flipping crazy feeling it left me. I took a few deep breaths, getting used to it.

He was like, "We better get going." I got my leggings on, my bra and T-shirt and left the room. Just as the two of us were walking into the family room, Mom was standing down at the bottom of the stairs.

"What were you two doing? Didn't you hear me calling you, saying supper was ready?"

"No, um, we didn't hear you."

"What were you two doing in there?" Again, I had to come up with a lie. "I needed help getting the curtain rod holder up. Last time I was home I hit it with a pillow and it pulled out."

"Oh, okay, well, let's go eat. Supper is ready." We walked upstairs and I couldn't believe that one, we almost got caught a second time and two, she believed my less-than-believable story. 

I followed mom and my brother into the dining room, the Ass Anchor now a constant, strange pressure inside of me. Every step on the stairs had been a calculated risk, the tension of my glutes working around the opened wings of the plug sending little jolts of sensation straight to my core.

I slid into my seat at the dining table, managing a casual motion, but the moment my weight settled, I had to suppress a gasp. The hard, open wings of the Ass Anchor pressed against the delicate internal walls of my rectum, stretching and filling me in an entirely new way. It felt dangerously large, painfully good, and absolutely forbidden right there at my mother's clean, well-set table.

My brother, who was already seated across from you, caught my eye. He was already composing himself, settling into the easy rhythm of talking with our mom, but a faint, knowing smirk played on his lips. He knew exactly why I was squirming slightly, why my posture was just a little too straight, and why my cheeks were still flushed.

"So, what's new at college, honey?" mom asked, ladling a generous slice of lasagna onto my plate.

I tried to answer, to focus on the conversation, but the sensation of the plug, and the cum leaking into my G-string were impossible distractions. I shifted slightly, trying to find a position that lessened the pressure, which only seemed to intensify the feeling of being used and filled right there in front of my mother. The thought of that obscene plug, a gift from my brother, sitting deep inside of my ass while I ate mom's homemade lasagna, was a perverse thrill that made my pussy yearn for even more attention.

I managed to choke out an answer about my classes, all while my brother slowly reached under the table. I felt the warm pressure of his foot against my inner thigh. He began to apply a light, insistent pressure, his foot moving higher up my leg, subtly trapping and teasing you while my mother talked about the neighborhood news. 

The immediate aftermath of supper was a frantic race against time and internal pressure. "Mom, I'll be back up in about twenty minutes," I told her, excusing myself quickly before she could ask anything else. I practically flew back downstairs.

Once in my room, the first order of business was undressing. My T-shirt and bra were tossed onto the bed. My leggings went into the hamper. When I pulled the G-string down, it was a fucking mess! It was soaked full of my juices and my friend's semen. I dropped it into the hamper also and went straight into my bathroom.

After the water was running warm, I stepped in, reached back, and prized that Ass Anchor out of my asshole. When it came out, it was a HUGE relief! I washed my hair, face, and everything else that needed it.

Once I dried my hair, put a little curl to it, and threw on a little makeup, I went back into my room to get dressed to go back upstairs. As I walked back into the bedroom, on the bed laid a pair of denim shorts and a white, thong bodysuit. That little shit snuck down here and wanted me to wear these when I went back upstairs.

I knew he would be disappointed that I took the Ass Anchor out, so I got one of my glass plugs out and popped it into my pooper!

The bodysuit fit like a glove and looked amazing on me. I put the shorts on—they were, well, really nice. A little high in the cheek, low-rise, so skin showed out the top before my bodysuit covered the rest. I looked so good and felt even better.

I went back upstairs and rejoined the other two. We talked about anything and everything, really. Later, one of Mom's friends came over. He had been hooking up with my mom longer than I had been alive, and I started hooking up with him a couple of years ago, and is amazing to be with.

He saw I was home and gave me a huge bear hug. His hugs were always the best!

My brother and I left to go back downstairs as we knew what Mom and her friend would be up to shortly. As I walked out and where Mom couldn't see him, he mouthed to me, "Come see me this weekend!" I mouthed back to him, "Absolutely!" Seeing him again made me even happier than I was before. He is such an amazing man!

Once downstairs, the two of us went straight to my room and closed the door. I immediately confessed to him, telling him that I had to pull the Ass Anchor out of my butt.

He smiled knowingly. "I figured that’s what you did. You were much less fidgety when you came back up."

"I did replace it with something though," I said, unable to hide my small triumph.

He perked up. "I put one of the glass ones in that I have."

He moved in behind me, slid his hand down the back of my shorts, and instantly found the end of the plug. "Oh, good girl!" he said with a huge grin, his fingers gently tracing the hard, slick curve of the glass. "I think you deserve a reward."

"More than the bodysuit and the shorts?" I asked, turning to face him.

"Yes," he said, walking over to my closet and pulling out a large box that I didn't recognize.

"What in the world! Why are you getting me all of this stuff?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"Well, I think you deserve it," he said as he handed me the large box.

I sat on the bed and opened the box. I was in awe. I started to pull things out one by one. There was a total of seven bras, a dozen panties, one corset, a Wonder Woman costume, several sets of nipple clamps, a set of ben-wa balls with different sizes, several bottles...