Is That Normal?

I'm having fun writing a series of shorter stories. In this story a brother shares on a website his embarrassing problem. But it turns his sister on. Do you have SDS? Find out.

All sexual activity by people over eighteen years of age.

Is this normal?

It's a website Ben and I often watch together. Ben is not home today, but there is a new video I am looking at. The site is one where viewers post videos and ask other viewers if that is normal. It could be a misshapen vegetable or a weird light in the sky. There is a special section for the body, massive pimples, lumps on hunched backs, that sort of thing. Then within this area the place assigned for genitalia. Some nights in the quiet, when our parents are asleep, we watch these ones together.

I'm Julie, Ben my older Brother. I am nineteen and he is twenty.

Ben is not with me today, he is at college. But now across our widescreen TV is a video of a guy's groin, closeup. That's not normal. The guy is not fat, well not rolling in fat, that makes what I think he is not old, thus kind of not normal. His dick is sort of peeking out of his ball sack. By that I mean, I can hardly see it. Shit, the poor guy must be small. Not normal. It takes a few more seconds of video before the head swells a bit and peeks out. It's like an Attenborough video of a desert mole. Definitely not normal. It ducks its head back into its scrotum folds.

This is painful to watch. Whoever it is must be so humiliated. This is off the scale for abnormal. It has thousands of comments but has only just been posted this morning. We both refuse to read comments until we make up our minds first.

Ben has to see this one. I remind myself to tell him to watch it once our folk are asleep. No, better still when they are out tomorrow, then he can see it on this big screen. It is a fucking wonder of skin. Cute as fuck I might add. I want that mole dick as a pet I decide. I unpause it and pause my mind.

It grows again, well grow might be the wrong word, it pokes its head out of the nest. Fuck I breathe, I have been holding my breath. That guy is circumcised. I was expecting much of what I was seeing had to be foreskin. This guy had none of that.

A dew drop appeared to grow from the mole's one eye. Fuck it's crying. I sort of sympathised. But he popped out some more. Scale is so hard on a TV screen, that the lens the camera uses can often make something small look huge. It is a technique often used on this channel. But those faked videos get lots of hate. This one has none. It has lots of loves. There is a love-hate counter on the side. The love tally is growing so fast. People must be sharing this.

Now back to this guy's cock. I watch as it appears to get fatter. The definition of a chubby. Short and fat. The mole's head is now fully revealed. It looks like a normal penis head, in shape. In fact, it's sort of perfect. No abnormal lumps or bumps often seen in this section. No massive mushroom head or tiny Lego head attached to a massive stork. Just normal and I might say beautiful. Fuck. I feel myself getting damp.

The mole has added pet appeal. Yet it continues growing. Its body shows its veiny sides. I pause again and try to understand its size. The bit I see is maybe four inches. The thickness is almost standard cock size, maybe an inch and a quarter in diameter.

The guy is not that unlucky. One could fuck with that. But then it's actually not hard yet. There is the tell tail bend of a floppy. Now I'm even more intrigued. Fuck, I restart it once again. That counter is going wild. This thing is going viral. Top ten legendary moles of the pubis habitat. It is racing to the top.

I watch closely. What? That mole transforms, it swells some more. Fuck it is thick. My virgin vagina questions me if we could actually get it in. Because my little honey is screaming at me to find that mole and try. My now-soaking Vag is pleading for me to hunt it down.

Shit, it grows some more. The camera does a slow pan. The background is blurred. The owner of the mole is pixelated when needed. The mole is weeping streams of precum. Its owner pats it on the head and spreads the glisten to preen the deep maroon helmet head. There is a rule of this channel. It's called no climaxes or ejaculations. Curiosities only. Plenty of other places to find cum compilations. So I know the mole will not spit at the camera.

Pride must be all over that pixilated face because a hand now demonstrates that that fat mole ain't coming out no further. The balls that looked so big in the beginning are normal mid-sized balls. Their sack contracts to protect them from the cold. But that cock must be at least six inches and two across. Well that's it I think, as the timer showing twenty seconds left appears. I go to hit the love thumbs up. Then it happens, the guy picks up a can of Redbull and holds it to his dick. Fuck his red bull is as big and fat, and as large as that can is. Five seconds left he rips the can lid and it explodes in fizz over the mole and all. A splash screen adds a title. In bold letters over the cans ejaculation. (yeah he gets away with that) SDS: Shrivelled Dick Syndrome.

My hand has been working on my clit. This one I want to cum too.

I hit love and hit replay.

Back to where it started. I cannot believe what I have just seen, from cute and small, to cock anyone would be proud of. So fat that this virgin of my groin wants to lay out a memorial to her death. Before she has even had the chance at a normal cock.

I hit auto-repeat. The video is ninety seconds long. The maximin length allowed. Fuck the person who put this together knows his stuff. The editing is tight. But I don't think it is edited. The timing is magnificent, now it's up to me to repeat the trick so I can come with that can. I see the countdown and I hit my button when the can appears and yes, score! I shout. I cum with the can's explosion on my screen.

Then I vote: absolutely not fucking normal but fuck me dead, please.

I scroll the comments. Females and gays vote with me: fuck me, please. I want to feel it grow in my mouth. Hetro males make comments like: to think I felt sorry for him, or I have SDS it's a bugger. I may shrink, but not that small, that is not normal. Then the trannies write. I WISH mine was like that I could hide it in my little panties. Or no surgery required just sticking plaster.

I clean up and swap my feed to something my parent won't object to when they get home. Ben arrives before them, normally only by fifteen minutes. I can see he is keen to go to his room.

"Wait Ben come here."

"Don't go on the site tonight, someone has posted the most awesome vid ever. I want to watch it with you on the big screen. To see how you react."

"Can't I watch it in my room?"

"NO!" I'm emphatic. "Tomorrow here once the olds go. Hint I've cum to it already. But I think I might cum again tomorrow."

"That good." He smiles a hidden smile.

"Best vid ever posted and not normal. It is going wildly viral. I expect it will be over two million overnight."

"That's a big call what was it today?"

"It was over two hundred thousand when I turned off. The counter was like a Geiger counter, it was that radioactive."

My brother appears excited.

"Promise."

"Ok promise."

At tea, Ben was fidgeting like he was sitting in an ant nest. He took his Redbull and was about to head off.

I looked at the redbull in his hand.

"Fuck I wish," I said to myself, "remember," I said to him. Later on, I checked his room, the door was locked.

"Go away," he said suddenly at the door.

I rang him.

"Please don't disturb me at the moment Julie," he pleaded.

"Ben your not..."

"No, I'm keeping my promise."

He stopped, "You have cum today right." He is a bit fractious.

"Oh, "

"Yes, so leave me in peace ok. I neeeed to get some relief."

"So not ants in the pants at dinner. Blue balls."

"Julie." He pleaded.

"Ok, tomorrow at nine. Lounge room. Wear loose pants."

"Yes, mam."

I listened a bit and thought I heard him swear and say, "damn, I have to start again."

In the morning my parents left at eight-thirty and Ben was on the couch waiting for them to go.

"Wait Ben, let's wait. Mum often comes back because she forgets something."

I make a fresh coffee. I'm as keen as Ben. Not sure why he is so keen though, he has not seen it yet. I come in at nine. The coast was clear.

Ben logs on and the video pops up, as the top post.

"Fuck" he says "Three million views that is awesome."

The Geiger counter is still going off. He has a goofy smile.

"Ok, let's start this."

I hit play and the mole peaks out. I'm already excited because I know. I would say many of the views are replays. I wonder how many like me have wet couchies in anticipation of the miracle that is soon to appear.

I watch my brother out of one eye. Strange he appears to be watching me as much as the video. He is interested, but not as much as I would think.

Little Mole has become limp dick mole. Awesome. I do note he is adjusting his dick. I have my hand in my pants so maybe that's what's exciting him. Maybe little pet mole is not so exciting for him.

My head replays my commentary. The second viewing together is where we open up for comments. The cock is now fully revealed and I wait excitedly for the can. The hand is soft and young, no old man's hand. His hand can't reach around the can, nor his cock.

I wonder, does my brother reach around his?

"Best finish ever," my brother says. "I agree Julie that was awesome." He scrolls down a bit to watch the comments still flooding in.

"No comments we need to vote first."

"It's a bit obvious how we will: Fucking not normal."

"But we need to talk first."

I hit replay and hold the pause button. The little mole.

"At this point, I was not sure what I was seeing. Scrotum or pussy lips, was Moley a big fricking clit?" I start the commentary. Our commentary is what binds us to this show.

"I can see that, that in itself is not normal." Ben contributes.

I play fifteen seconds.

"See that, it's like the scrotum is a nest. I'm glad the dude has shaved.

"Couldn't see it for hairs otherwise."

"I'm not sure if the dude is young or old here. But I realise it's not dick lost in belly fat, it really is all shrinkage."

Ben is super attentive but quieter than normal. He is the one normally providing excited commentary. I play some more.

Little Mole gets his tear of precum. It is paused, widescreen.

"By this time, I want it as a pet. It's as cute as fuck?"

Ben laughs, "never thought of having a dick as a pet."

"That's because you already have one, Dickhead. You treat it like a pet all the time. Petting, scratching playing with it."

"Fair point, but is that mole, as you call it, turning you on by this point.? I don't mean after the reveal but first time through."

"Well first, by now I knew it was a dick. Wasn't sure before it cried. Second, yes my pussy cried with it."

"That's sort of hot."

"It's fucking hot!"

I started it again. I pause on the perfect helmet head finally revealed.

"Up to this point, I thought it was just a lot of foreskin, that and scrotum folds. The helmet head demonstrates that the dude is circumcised."

"Do you prefer circumcised or uncircumcised?"

"How would I know, never actually held a cock to know, let alone two to compare. But I want this cock. My honey pot was screaming at me to go hunt that mole and bring it home. At this point."

"Really."

"But Ben what are you thinking? By this point I mean."

"Well, a dick is a dick. I was thinking the dude would be embarrassed if seen with one that shrunk."

"So poor dude?"

"I guess, I sort of know what he means by SDS."

"You mean you have SDS?"

He is embarrassed. "Let's just say I'm a grower, not a shower. Please, I'm a bit uncomfortable, please focus on the video, not me."

"Ok, sorry."

We watch as Mole becomes limp dick.

"At this point, I'm thinking that it's okay, not poor guy. At least he can fuck with four inches."

"A bit small, but not uncommon. How fat did you think he was?"

"Maybe an inch and a quarter, what's that three centimetres? Standard dicks max out at an inch and a half, so he was in proportion and in the ball game."

"But he has a bit to grow."

We watch and I pause just before the can appears.

"I like the pan around, it works well."

It is the first time Ben had really initiated a comment, then it's technical not penis based.

"I fucking loved it. First dick, OMG, my vag who was keen to invite Mole to her tunnel was suddenly a bit squeamish. Worried about how fat he was. That's not to say she didn't want me to try. But fuck."

"So you would fuck that dick."

"Oh, yes. More so because the Guy is young not some old fucker. He has a little bit of puppy fat, but yeah, my age."

"It was smart of him to not show his hand till now. Keep it in an animal documentary style."

"Yeah, I was thinking that, bloody amazing filmwork for a home movie."

"Yeah, great editing. It looks like one shot. Dude must have spent ages on it."

"You would know, you are studying film photography."

"True, but the can was genius. Guys always compare their dicks with stuff."

"You do?"

"Sure, it's about the insecurity. Like am I big enough, is my dick normal? This pole I'm holding is it fatter or thinner than me?"

"Fuck, you do that?"

Ben realises he has said too much and goes bright red.

"It's okay, I really love your honesty. So the can is proof."

"That's the genius, show the real size."

"But can't that be faked? Wide angle lens and dick just a bit closer to make it look can-sized."

"True, but I think it really is can-sized."

"Maybe tape measure comparison would dispel all doubt."

"Mm didn't think of that."

"Strange comment."

"No, I mean never done that for myself. Used a ruler but not circumference."

"Ben, how big are you?"

"Big enough."

"Ben, numbers.?"

He is really embarrassed.

"You can tell me," I plead.

"Nearly 7, just short, unless really turned on."

"So grower with a great-sized dick."

"I suppose. Def not porn star sized."

"So like this guy?"

"Sort of."

"Good to know," I get a bit flustered, "I mean that you will be able to keep girls happy."

My honey pot was wondering if I might not be just as satisfied with swapping out the mole fantasy with one closer to home. I shock myself. That is, definitely incest. Def taboo and def making me very wet. Fuck too much cock today. Big can cock is huge on the screen. So not surprising, but Ben!????

I stop again as his hand lifts the tab.

"That must be hard, doing that and holding the camera."

"Still he managed it," Ben noted. "See how he presses the can into his groin to stabilise it for the money shot."

"Talk about a money shot. That one was genius. Like metaphor heaven, but stays in the rules of the site."

"Must have made a mess? That stuff has so much sugar, it is sticky as."

"Well, the dude is a hero then. Brave, shows the problem, and then has to clean up. Back to that, shit that's a brave move, it can't be easy having that extreme SDS problem. Why haven't I heard of SDS before?"

"I know," Ben admits, "too embarrassing, but the dude might have made up the acronym. Not heard of it before."

"So you admitted you sort of know what it's like. What problems do you have?"

Ben is a red again. He thinks.

"Ok, but just one example. You just get out of a swimming pool and you go to the showers, communal showers. Your mates are showers, you have no dick, it's hiding. Cold and timid. Definitely not a situation he is likely to be chubby."

"Fuck Ben, sorry, that must have been real hard."

"It's the stuff of nicknames." Suddenly Ben is crying.

I shuffle over and hold him. Ben is so stoic as a person, I never knew.

"Do you need a break?"

"No, just memories and youthful trauma, still hurts."

"Maybe we should read the comments, they are classic."

He brightens, "been waiting to read what the viewers think."

We click out and go to comments and Stats.

"Fuck almost up to four million now." Ben takes out his phone and actually films the Geiger counter spinning through the loves. "Fuck never seen that before."

I giggle, "you are really into the tech stuff."

"You know this site rewards views if over a million, it's a lot of playtime, revenue."

"Really?"

"I'm not sure what it pays but that guy must be making a few bucks."

"Dream on, probably only ten bucks a million views or less."

We start with the comments, this is the fun part. We are laughing so hard. So many funny classic comments and the comments are getting close to half a million, that is unprecedented.

"I noticed you commented and voted on here so I need to go to my computer to vote." Ben looks keen to do so.

"You go off and do that. I need a break and maybe get some uni work done."

He nearly runs to his room.

I wonder if that run was hiding a stiffy. I might have a good cum before my uni work.

We meet again together for lunch.

"Views still going crazy." Ben appears extraordinarily happy.

"Do you suppose he will make a follow-up one?" I ask.

"The guy would be an idiot if he didn't."

"So what could he do."

"It wouldn't hurt if he filled us in a bit more about SDS. He obviously has some hell of a story to tell."

"I just want to see that dick transform again. You know I've cum three times watching it already."

Ben chokes on his drink of water and sprays me from across the table.

"Fuck Sis, too much information."

"I told you I wanted moley in my holey."

Ben looks so embarrassed.

"So back to what he can do next." Ben redirects.

"One of the big comments was about the faking thing. Is it really that big and fat?"

"Yeah, he maybe needs to give proof positive."

Ben hops up and retrieves a can of Red Bull from the fridge.

"Got to admit, that is fat. He hands it to me."

I try to put my hand around it.

"Impressive."

Then I try to give it head,

"Almost impossible."

I stand and hold it to my pussy hiding behind my jeans.

"Fuck, if only. My hat that is fat."

I then walk around the kitchen like I have a can dick.

"Shit Ben imagine having one like this? You try."

"Sorry, Sis you just made me hard. Not showing you sorry."

He pulled his chair in further.

"Ok, but I do like it when I make you hard. From what I've seen you are packing enough to not need to be embarrassed."

"I think I need to leave."

He takes the can with him. But takes a tea towel on the table with him to cover up his embarrassment.

"Feel free to wank that monster for me," I tease.

"Fuck trying not to think of you, not helping." Then he bolts.

I am fucking flowing with pussy juice. Somehow what we just did became flirting.

Ben remains buried in his room most of the rest of the day. I get an assignment completed. I have a week off Uni, Ben handed in his last assignment for the term a week ago. I have exams, he, the lucky Bastard is all practical and teamwork. The next morning he knocks on my door as soon as our parents leave for work.

He has just posted a new one.

I fly out. "Really! I need a break."

We sit together on the lounge. Big screen viewing and we haven't seen it yet as it's our preferred sharing mode.

'The mole is back.' It's the fucking title.

"What? That's my name for him."

"Don't get too possessive, a lot of comments were using that name," Ben said dismissively.

So first we have a quick comparison of can and mole. Then it cuts, and the can comes back, it has been cut. As in, now a tube, top and bottom removed. Those soft hands demonstrated the tube is empty. We get a camera view down the tube. Then the mole comes out to play. At first, the can looks huge compared to Moley. Along the bottom is a bit of a commentary in scrolling text.

'Moley won't come out to play so I play him some erotic videos.'

Moley grows. We watch as Moley becomes penis formed. We are fifty seconds in. There is obviously a time-lapse happening as the mole swells. It goes from four inches and by the time the twenty-second countdown timer appears, he is filling the can. The mushroom head is actually above the can.

The scrolling text apologies for the can being a bit shorter because he had to roll the edge so as not to cut his dick to shreds. A quick comparison shows the can before use with an uncut can to show it's not shorter by much.

We get to the five seconds to go point and the guy goes to remove the can.

"Fuck! It's stuck." It is a genuine cry of despair. The voice has been put through a filter to disguise the owner.

I'm rolling in laughter. Ben is holding his dick between his legs like someone kicked him in the balls.

"I don't think it's funny."

"Shit, I hope he got it off."

The love counter is going off again.

"I can't believe he did it again. Genius." Ben comments.

"But did he plan that end? Genius if he did, fucking brilliant if he didn't."

We play it through again.

"I think he proved the first one was not fake.

"Very clever, nice production values," Ben comments.

"Such a film student comment."

"Okay, but did it turn you on like the first one."

"Well, I'd like to get it stuck in my honey pot. Shit, Pooh Bear in Rabbit's burrow."

"So turned on?"

"Not so much, a bit technical for that. Now if Moley came out to read Winnie the Pooh for us, that would turn me on."

"Or maybe Toad of Toad Hall. Playing the part of Moley."

"Yeah dick coming out to read, and growing to full fatness. Maybe slammed shut in the book at the end."

"So a series?"

"I so want a series. Maybe he can do a best compilation and go on a porn site so we can see him cumming at the end."

"You have a sick imagination, Sis."

"Not as sick as my next thought. Close-up of mole going into my honey pot. Camera view from inside a vagina and swelling up to full size. Money shot spurting sperm at the camera."

"Fuck little Sister, too much."

We vote. 'Still not fucking normal, more please.'

Then we spend all afternoon reading comments as they come in. I was so turned on. Ben had a cushion over his lap most of the time. We got popcorn and drinks for the interval. Ben sure looked a good size when he ducked off to the toilet.

We almost missed Mum and Dad getting home. We quickly switch to YouTube.

Later after tea, I run into Ben.

"I really have to study tomorrow Ben."

"Okay, what do you think he will show next."

"I hope it's outtakes. How did he get the can off? Fuck I hope he didn't cut Moley."

Ben groans.

That afternoon I find myself thinking about Ben and his SDS problem. I have not seen the evidence, but then I giggle. If I see evidence then he will be hard. SDS is not not having a dick, but dick crawls into the cave to sleep when not needed.

I do get exam prep done.

But I get distracted so sit on my bed and read more comments. All doubt is dispelled. Many confessions that people thought the whole SDS thing was faked. Many, many guys thanking Moley for exposing the problem. Again over two million views.

Eventually, I sleep. In the morning I discover a new video. Ben sleeps in and this time I have ants in my pants. Wishing it was Mole in the Hole. Diagnosis hole dripping with my honey, panties soaked.

Eventually Ben drags his sorry arse to the toilet.

"Did some editing last night, tired now."

Editing is always intense and often results in getting stuck in the process well into the early hours of the morning. I wait near the toilet door.

"Fuck, fucking hell," he screams, "I hate SDS."

"What's wrong Ben?"

"You still there?"

"Just waiting to tell you the mole is back."

"Fuck. Sorry not your fault, just got my pants in the piss. Can you leave, I gotta clean this up."

The silence, at the door he says, "If you really want to understand SDS Sis close your eyes while I go find clean pants and I'll show you. Fuck."

I close my eyes, hear a flush and don't cheat as my brother bolts past me. He is gone so I open my eyes. Shit, the toilet floor is covered in piss. His boxers are in the middle of it, soaked.

He comes back, red-eyed and in tears.

"What happened."

He grabbed the mop.

"Sorry bloody SDS, this is one of the worse problems. You sit to do a shit. This morning I was too tired so forgot. Mole in cave. Who can shit without pissing a bit? Bloody impossible. I obviously piddled without realising, too busy pushing one out. Being the morning it's a big piss.

"But two things. Fucking toilet seat has a gap. If I'm small enough, piss hole finds the gap. Then I'm not aware of pants, they fall in piss. Fuck I hate it."

He finishes cleaning up. "Sometimes I don't even realise it happens and find the piss later. Mum stepped in it once. The worst time was when it happened while I was out. Those disability toilet seats are the worst, you know the ones with a big Gap. Fuck you don't need SDS to miss on those fuckers."

"So how do you stop it?"

"Gotta remember to pull mole out of the hole and tug him a bit. Wake him up. Then hold him down the whole time so he points down the bowl."

"Ben, thanks."

"What do you mean?"

"Thanks for sharing, being honest."

"So why are you hanging around?"

"Oh, Mole guy has posted again."

I pull a frustrated brother in for a cuddle.

"Come let's take your mind off."

"Not sure watching the mole will take my mind off the mole, so to speak."

"Yeah, but we can get a laugh."

"Not at mole guys expense I hope."

"How about I make coffees and you grab a shower? I'll meet you at the big screen."

Ben is nervous. The mole guy has exposed his weakness. At least that's what I assume. We sit to watch with coffee and bagels.

"I wonder if Mole guy would fit through the hole of the bagel?"

"You are bad sister, you are obsessing."

"I can see another vid. Moley looks for a new home?

So long as he finishes in mine."

Ben goes red. I think if I continue I might break him so I stop.

It's almost like Ben and I have called the shots. It's a behind-the-scenes video. It starts with removing the caps on the can and various attempts to round the ends to take out the chance of dick murder. Things are put together in quick-cut shots or fast motion. There is a pile of ruined Red Bull cans upon the floor.

"Fuck if that guy drank the bull first he must be flying."

Some more short shots where the guy tries to encourage the mole to grow. He commentates in a chipmunk voice. Across the screen, the text says, yes sex video that looks like my sister does the trick.

"He must have a sexy sister like me." I spurt the words out loud. Not in my head as I intended. "Oops."

Then we cut to the real problem. The can really is stuck. Images show skin being pulled and can resisting twisting.

Butter, soap and even WD40 tried to no avail. The text explains if only SDS just came back right now but the blood supply maintained by the can is acting like a cock ring. Twenty seconds left and we move to a gamers modeling table. A little pair of spruce tin cutters makes its way from the bottom to the top.

Seconds left and can bursts off revealing a sore red penis. Then little mole head, in a really close shot, talks. "Free at last, thank God almighty we are free at last." In Martin Luther King's voice.

I'm in stitches. Fuck that was funny. In the middle of my laughing something plays in the back of my mind. Something familiar.

Ben is acting strange, like again enjoying my reactions much more than the vid. But I pass it off as I have done the last two vids as just Ben.

Again the loves are counting in radioactive style. But we are used to it now.

We get down to our second viewing. I stop and start and discuss the problems being addressed. We turn to the gamer table.

"My vag was cringing in sympathy by now. Like wanting to shout don't cut the mole, don't cut the mole."

"My balls were so retracted by the same fear," Ben says.

I pause the vid, and then it is obvious, plain as day.

"Fuck Ben, that is Horus Heresy, your special model, painted in your livery."

Time stands still as my brain connects the dots.

"Fuck Ben, you are Mole Guy."

My vag is doing celebrations but Ben is bolting from the room.

"Oh shit!" and other profanities slip from his lips as he flees to his room. The distant door slams.

I am stunned. My brother is the Mole. How many times have we sat here and I proclaimed my honey pot wants to give cute mole a new home?

I rewatch the video, and with this new knowledge, I see so many signs. I know those hands, the carpet, below the ruined cans. So many signs that it is my brother.

I sit stunned.

Fuck my brother is viral famous. The last video plays on a loop.

I pause at that text. Shit, he said a sex video of someone who looked like his sister did the trick. He gets hard for me. Fuck fuck fuck that is hot. My vag is screaming at me. My fingers find their mark and I am wreathing in climax on the couch. It takes but one touch of my tiny mole.

I shower, because I have soaked myself and cum juices are stinking up the TV room. I opened up the windows first. I'm excited but think of poor Ben. His sister knows so many truths in that one reveal.

Clean and dry, I put on loose clothes and go to his door. I knock, but hear the answer "Go away," it is gasped between sobs.

First, he might be embarrassed, but he has nothing to be ashamed of. I listen to his weeping.

"Ben it's ok."

Silence.

"Ben I think you are awesome, but more so now."

I know he hears as his breath pauses each time I speak.

"Can I come in?"

"No."

"Please?" he cries some more.

I try the door, fuck he forgot to lock it.

"Bad luck, I'm coming in" and uninvited I enter.

He is in a fetal position on the bed, his covers over his head. His bedroom is littered with the stuff of video making. Dead Red Bull cans are everywhere.

I slowly move into his sanctum. He knows I am there. I lay behind him, spooning and draw my body close to his.

"It's ok," I whisper, my hand wraps around his chest. He holds my hand.

"I know your secret is out, but I am proud and pleased."

We stay that way for ages until his simpering stops.

"I love you, Ben," I whisper in the silence.

He turns his head to mine. I see both sorrow and longing in his eyes.

It is in that gap. That small gap of anticipation that lips like before they kiss. Magnets of attraction waiting for building passion to lock them tight.

Suddenly we are kissing. Kissing that knows no bounds. Kissing that dances in tongues. Hands that follow. Bodies that roll. Suddenly, we feel at once the mole so fat grinding on my honeypot hole. My little mole pushed up to join the party. It is then we freeze. Ben throws himself off me.

"Sorry shit fuck." He slumps onto the floor beside the bed. I look over at him, longing still pouring from our eyes.

"Fuck!" he races to the shower and must be standing in it clothes and all. The shower must be cold as he cried fuck as the water hit.

I slip to the bathroom door to eavesdrop. I hear water then the tell-tale sound of soap on flesh. It offered up its rhythm to my ears and to my groin which is still on fire. Then my name is groaned in his release and I know he has painted the tiles in my name. I cum with him, then scurry on my tiptoes to my room.

I need to draw him out. My way to his heart is food, an old remedy. I leave my smells on me just for him. First I go to the lounge where Horus is still frozen on the screen. I log out but not before the counter once more rolls over the million mark. My brother is now a hero and legend all in one.

I cook a feast of mushrooms with bacon. It wafts its vapours down the hall. Avo smashed with spices and thick sourdough toast.

He has not appeared.

I text, 'I've cooked you breakfast.'

I hear his door. I know he smells it. Like the mole in his hobbit home. I imagine my Brother sniffing out the dangers. His steps are silent but there. Mole pauses at the kitchen door. I know I have his heart and soul.

Humbly he sits.

"Thanks," his quiet word, feeds my soul.

I sit opposite.

"I guess neither of us expected this week to go like this."

His mouth is full. He savours the flavours and assesses my love which still pours out to him.

"No," he swallows. "I just wanted to share my struggles."

"I'm proud of you Ben. Moley must have had a rough week."

"Moley has had a rough life."

I stand to get some juice but it's an excuse. I walk behind my Brother and hold his head to my groin. I ruffle his black hair and pass my pheromones to his locks.

I lean over and kiss the top of his head.

"I don't regret our kiss, not one little bit."

I know I am leaking again. He sniffs the air. I pour his juice from behind into his cup. Then rub once more and sit.

"I know now Ben, is that not good?"

I see him wonder what I know. The question floats between us. Does he know I know he loves me, lusts for me?

I sit and think.

"Ben, I need to tell you, this is important. Please look in my eyes."

He looks up and I catch his mind.

"I and my honey pot, we are virgins. Just then I wanted to offer myself up to the mole. I still do. I would have gone on."

He is silent.

"Ben, I love you. It is not lust but this week it has become desire." I start to rattle on. "I'm here for the taking. But, please, please don't close yourself up."

I feel him stand. I sense I've said too much. But he leans right over the table and closes that big gap with his lips. Then he climbs over the table, heedless of the food and captures my mouth completely. Now on my side, he sits on the spare chair next to me and pulls me to his lap.

I know he has just cum, but he is hard as rocks below me. I turn and straddle him. My honeypot wants the mole and we grind again.

Our lips part only in the removal of clothes. My dress over my head, my panties wet, he rubs upon his chest. Then he lifts me to the table and his mouth devours my honey from the inside. I hold his head to me, completing the task of marking him.

His fingers reveal my little mole and his lips encourage it from its home until it is hard and I am screaming out his name.

I realise I am crying "Take me, Ben, take me right here.

Give Moley my warm hot home. It is his now."

Ben stands upright, and his pants fall with standing to the floor. Now I see Moley thick, can thick, and long. My lust goes through the roof. I cum some more at the sight.

Moley smushes his head around my lips. He burrows for the tunnel.

"Gentle," I whisper, "gentle but yes fill me up."

Ben, my Ben, pushes slowly forward, I know my honeypot wants this because I feel her opening to receive. His head is in but stops. I wrap my legs around my Brother's hips. I don't mean him to escape.

He looks into my eyes. The darling is seeking another yes.

"Please yes!"

He pushes hard, he needs to because he is so fat.

I break and cry and take him in. Halfway at least. We both pause.

"Virgins no more," Ben sighs. "This is my dream come true, my sister, my little sister. I love you."

"I know."

I pull his head up to me and kiss him. He moves a bit then thrusts some more. I take his hardness as he takes my virgin hole. I am so juicy he does not need to withdraw to speed the lubrication but he does, then thrusts again.

"Yes, Ben. More! Fuck me!"

My head watches as he joins us to completion. Fuck he is big. I am so full. I lift my hips to him and he holds me by the thighs. Then he is taking me, thrusting in and out. My head turns to and fro. I know I bury my cheek in mushroom and avo. This drives him wild, as he takes me on the table. But he is not finished, he lavishes his breakfast from my face while he continues to thrust into my core. I wrap my hands around his neck and pull my breasts into his chest.

He takes this as a signal and stands up. My body falls onto him deeper. My clit now drags on his mon's mound and I cum. I scream his name and he does mine. Like in the shower, but this time he paints my insides with his sperm.

I continue to shake my orgasm as I clutch to my love.

My god my brother is strong because he carries us joined to his bed whereby he falls with me. Embedded still, we kiss. Then looking into each other's eyes. We renew our love.

"Well, Moley found his new home. I'm so glad."

"You know we fucked."

"We made love dear brother. I want to make love to you every day."

"Well, Moley is happy with that." Moley twitches in delight.

"Can I keep Moley as a pet?"

"I think we need to share. I'm rather attached to Moley."

"Fair point but he can visit anytime he wants. Anytime, anyplace."

"I think the kitchen table speaks that loud and clear."

"I guess we need to clean up the mess. In a while, I think we have three hours before they are home."

I roll my Brother to his back and pull the mole half-hard from his new hole. My brother's sperm flows out onto his groin. Moley is red but I realise it is my blood, not his.

We stare at the virgin mess. My brother reaches for my breasts, two plush round grapefruits in his palms. But they are also smeared in smashed avocados. He moulds them in his loving, gentle hands. I wonder how I failed to recognise my brother's loving hands, but now I do. He explores my treasures. Moley stiffens up so I take control and plunge him back into his new home.

And we make love. This time gentle caring love. Our hands take time to explore each other's naked form. My mouth insists it sucks my brother's nipples. We both get close to our release. I fling myself prone upon his chest as he pumps furiously into me from below. My mouth sucks above his beast, on his firm pecs. I give him a hickey as he gives me once again his sperm.

We stumble to the shower to wash away the mess. He leans one hand against the shower wall and kisses me.

"Julie I'm so sorry I didn't ask but we used no protection."

I show him where the implant is on my inner arm.

"It's okay my love. I can't get pregnant just yet. But we will have a lot of fun trying."

Tears form in his eyes, and relief and joy flow mingled down as he draws me to himself.

We scurry to clean up. We start cleaning naked but are too distracted so we dress and soon the kitchen is clean.

Ben looked at the table where he took my virginity.

"I'll have trouble eating there from now on in."

I giggle, "but it will keep me moist at mealtimes."

We go back to the couch and check the upload. Still going viral.

"So what next lover?" Ben asks.

"I think Moley should share its most embarrassing moments. Maybe in a top ten format"

"Like here at number ten, type of thing.

"Yes like that."

"Well, I think I need a good camera women."

"I'll volunteer for that."

"But Moley may not be able to climb into his hole."

"I'll keep him drained of spunk so he can."

"Yes, that will work"

We put on a movie to watch until our folks come home. It is hard not to cuddle on the couch.

With the front door opening, we return to just brother and sister. But not to normal life.

...

The big news is I have started a novel. Called 'Riding Boundaries' it will be published in one piece once complete in novel category. It might slow down my other writing. Let's find out. As always with me, yes a sibling slow burn. It is a mystery set in the outback of Australia.