TITLE    : Bukkake Brothers
STORYID  : bukkake-brothers
SUMMARY  : Jenny's brothers satisfy their sister's love for bukkake.
AUTHOR   : Cal Y. Pygia@lit
DATE     : 2008-03-12
CATEGORY : taboo-sex-stories
FLAGS    : 
TAGS     : |bukkake|facial|18 year old|sister|brother|incest facial|cum|incest threesome|


Jennifer was on her knees, watching my cock and balls as I masturbated. Since my genitals were only inches from my eighteen-year-old blonde sister's beautiful face, she was getting, almost literally, quite an eyeful. The juxtaposition of my stiff, swollen prick and the tight, risen pouch of my contracted scrotum to her innocent, girl-next-door face and the way that she looked up at me, her wide blue eyes pleading for my cum, and her smooth, soft lips parted expectantly as she swallowed several times, ingesting what she might be imagining, in anticipation, was a mouthful of my salty semen, was so erotic that it hastened my orgasm, I'm sure of it, and, in the next moment, my convulsing cock and straining balls were launching jet after jet of my warm, white, viscid fecundating fluid over darling Jenny's gorgeous face.



The sperm exploded and exploded upon her cuter-than-hell countenance, splattering her brow, her cheeks, and her chin. As my seed showered her face, she, feeling its warmth and force, opened her mouth further, her questing tongue seeking a taste of her brother's most intimate body fluid. A spurt of my semen gushed over the thin bridge of her delicate nose, and she sniffed, as if she hoped to acquire a whiff of its briny scent. Another streamer of my semen collided against her forehead, meandering slowly down her temple, her cheek, and the side of her neck.



My fist, tightly clenched around my blood-engorged prick, pumped faster, harder, more insistently, and another volley of fertilizing fluid leaped from my purple glans, this one spurting into the pink interior of Jenny's gaping mouth. She closed her eyes, in apparent bliss, seeming to savor the nectar of my loins, the ambrosia of my manhood, holding the seed for a time inside her mouth-become-cunt before, at last, swallowing her salty treat.



A final bead of my pearly white seed dropped from the tip of my erection, onto her lips, and Jenny licked it up, her throat undulating again as she swallowed this last offering to her loveliness. I looked down, past her beautiful, cum-drenched face, to the lovely twin peaks of her soft, sleek breasts and their rosy-pink nipples, along the flat plain of her tight tummy, to the blonde pubes within which were nether lips as soft and full and smooth as those of her face, wishing that my semen also decorated these charms. I wished I had a sufficient supply of sperm in the reservoirs of my balls to cover every square inch of my sister's silken flesh with my warm, white seed. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I quipped.



She opened her eyes. They were as clear as the wide, blue sky. As she continued to hold my gaze in her own, she slowly, very deliberately, drew her forefinger across her brow, scraping up the snail's trail-like remnant of semen that stretched across her forehead, and, moving the wet fingertip to her lips, sucked the fluid into her mouth. Still gazing up at me, she repeated this maneuver, wiping up more semen from her nose, cheeks, chin, and neck, and inserting her fingertip again and again into her moist, pink mouth, unwilling that any of the sticky seed be lost. When she was finished, still looking me straight in the eye, she licked her lips. Then, she answered my question. "No," she said.



"No!" I cried, my male ego smarting. "What do you mean, 'no'? It's obvious you enjoyed my cum."



She smiled, getting to her feet. I still sat at the edge of her bed, my thighs splayed. She stood in front of me, her breasts nearly at the level of my eyes. I looked at the luscious mounds, thinking of how much they looked like scoops of vanilla ice cream topped with cherries. "There wasn't enough," she complained. "There's never enough."



I looked up, into her eyes. "Sorry, sis, but that's all I have to give."



"I guess I need another sperm donor, then." She smiled mischievously. "That's why we have to let Danny in on the act,"



Danny was our older brother. Jenny was eighteen, I was nineteen, and Danny was twenty.



"No way!" I protested.



"Yes, way," Jenny insisted, "and soon, too, if you ever want to shoot your load all over your sister's face again."



I frowned, not liking being topped by my sister. I also didn't relish the idea of sharing her with our brother. I'd very much enjoyed having my eighteen-year-old sister all to myself, and I'd never been much interested in sharing. It didn't appear I had any choice in the matter, though, not if I wanted Jenny to continue to suck my dick and let me cum in her face. I took a deep breath, letting it out in a long, sulky sigh. "All right," I agreed, admitting defeat. "How do we go about it?"



She chuckled, her laughter lighthearted and musical. She looked down, past her magnificent breasts, and said to me, "There's no we; there's just you, brother dear."



I scowled. "And just how the hell am I supposed to persuade Danny to join us?" I demanded.



She bent low, patting my now-flaccid penis. "That's your problem, Michael," she replied, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts. I watched her tight, round bottom sash shay back and forth as she left, her hand to her lips to sample the last seepage of my cock that she'd gotten on her fingers when she'd patted my prick.



A week later, I told Jenny how I intended to get Danny to join us in the first of what we--or Jenny, at least--hoped would be many future bukkake sessions together.



Immediately, she took issue with my plans. "I don't like it," she said. "I want to see my brothers' cocks and balls. I want to see the ejaculate as it spurts from your thick, hard cocks and splatters my face. I can't see anything in a dark room."



"That's why the room has to be dark," I explained, "so he can't see."



"I want him to see."



"And he will--eventually--after he's already participated. When he's shot his load all over your face, along with me, we'll turn on the lights, and he'll see you, his dear sister, with her face covered in his--and my--cum. Then, we'll ask him to make it a regular thing with us."



"So you told him a mute slut's agreed to let you beat off over her face, in my bedroom, with the lights off?"



"That's right. Don't forget you can't talk." I figured that, by pretending Jenny was a dumb chick, in the literal sense of the word, we could avoid any conversation Danny might be inclined to initiate with her. It wouldn't do for him to hear his sister's voice when he was naked and masturbating so he could spill his load onto her face.



"When's it set up to happen?" Jenny asked.



"Tonight."



"Tonight! Couldn't you have given me a little notice?" Jenny complained.



"I did the best I could," I told her. Actually, I'd given her virtually no notice at all on purpose, because I wanted to allow her minimum time to object to my plan. "It's tonight or never. Are you in or are you out?"



Without hesitation, Jenny said, "In."



"Good." My strategy of giving her almost no time to oppose my plan had worked like a charm. Now, all I had to do was to relay the message to Danny that everything was in place.



"Remember," I told Danny that night, as we stripped off our clothes in my room, across the hall from Jenny's bedroom, "she's shy, and she can't talk."



"Shy and mute and loves bukkake--my God, bro, you've found the perfect woman. But why's she here, in Jenny's room?"



I slipped my briefs down my thighs, past my knees, and over my calves, stepped out of them, and tossed my underpants on top of the rest of my clothes, which I'd flung onto my mattress. "She lives with her parents, and Jenny's out of town for the weekend. It seemed a logical place to meet."



Danny stepped out of his boxers, folded them neatly, and set them atop his stack of folded garments. "I have to hand it to you, bro, you're a hell of a chick magnet."



I jiggled my cock at him. "This is the chick magnet, bro," I quipped.



"I hope you're as loose and full of juice as I am."



"We'll drown the bitch in cum," I predicted.



"Let's unleash a flood, then."



Naked, we crossed the hallway, our cocks and balls bouncing and swaying, and I pushed the door to Jenny's room open. I was glad that I was still living at home with my sister and that our parents were out of town again, as they often were, now that their kids were grown.



Except for the dim illumination of a nightlight, Jenny's room was dark. There was just enough light to see a feminine form kneeling on the floor in the center of the room.



"She looks ready enough, from what I can see," Danny said. I could hear the glee he felt in his voice. It seemed that he was as ready as she was.



"Oh, she's ready, all right," I agreed. The question was, I thought, whether Danny would be prepared for the little surprise that Jenny and I had in store for him after we'd drained our balls on our little sister's beautiful, innocent-looking face. I almost chuckled at the confusion, dismay, revulsion, and outrage I imagined he'd feel, mixed, perhaps, with pleasure and lust. I just hoped the fucker wouldn't kill Jenny, me, or both of us. After all, incest wasn't everyone's cup of tea, and some people objected to deception with more than just angry words.



"Then, let's do it!" Danny said.



We could see little, but we pumped the tight sheath of skin up and down on our pricks, back and forth, more and more rapidly and insistently, grunting and groaning, until, at last, we reached our respective moments of no return. Overcome with the lust building within our loins, we pointed our penises toward the kneeling woman's head, and ejaculated streamers of warm, viscid semen into her dimly illuminated, upturned face.



"I wish she'd do us the honor of letting us look upon what we've wrought," Danny gasped.



I'd left him, standing close to our sister, and, now, having found the light switch on the wall beside the bedroom door, I flipped it up, and, immediately, the chamber was illuminated. I heard our brother's startled gasp of shock and horror as, a moment later, he shrieked our sister's name: "Jennifer! My God! It's Jennifer!"



Of course, it was, and her lovely face was streaked with thick, white, glistening rivulets of our cum. The nacreous fluid meandered down her brow, alongside the bridge of her nose, and dripped, as if in slow motion, from her chin, to adorn her naked breasts. In the declivities of her comely countenance, pools of the pearly substance formed, tiny frosted ponds next to her eyes, in the indentation above her upper lip, in the deep dimple in her chin. I'd shot a big load of semen, and, judging by the evidence coating our dear sister's face, so had our brother.



"Michael!" Danny cried. "You bastard! How could you have played such a foul trick on me. Because of you, I've--well, just look at what I've done!" His face was flushed, and his eyes flashed with anger. His fists balled at his sides, and I looked toward the door, wishing I'd left it open to facilitate my escape if it became necessary for me to flee. I was no match for Danny, if he resorted to fisticuffs. His chin trembling, he looked from me to Jenny, who knelt beside him, naked, her smiling face well-streaked with our cum and her breasts sprinkled with the drippings of our semen. "Jenny, I'm sorry," he said, his voice breaking. "I didn't know it was you."



Jenny opened her mouth, to reply, and I saw the opalescence of our semen upon her pink tongue. She closed her mouth again, realizing, as she'd tried to speak, that she'd acquired a mouthful of our seed, and swallowed. Then, smiling again, our semen frothy upon her lips, she looked up at Danny, her bright eyes shining. "Don't be sorry. You've nothing for which to apologize. I knew all about it. In fact, I'm the one who put Michael up to recruiting you as one of our crew."



Danny looked astonished. "What?"



"I hated college," she said. "That's why I dropped out after only one semester, but, during that one semester, I slept with a different guy every night. Sometimes, I slept with several at the same time. It was at college that I learned about--and came to love--not just to enjoy, but to love--bukkake."



"Bukkake?" The way he said the word, it was obvious that Danny had never heard of the practice.



She smiled, looking gorgeous on her knees, her face aglow with our sperm. "That's the name for what we just did: a female gets ejaculated on by a group of men. No one knows when or where or why the practice began, but it's possible that Japanese porn producers introduced it in the 1970's or '80's. Literally, the term means 'forceful splashing,' and the two words from which it's derived, 'butsu,' or 'hit,' and 'kakeru,' 'to shower' or 'to pour,' together, carry with them a sense of astonishment or wonder, such as, no doubt, you yourself felt when you saw my face covered in cum."



"Where'd you learn all that?" Danny asked, astonished.



She laughed. "At college. Weren't you listening? Some of my favorite bukkake partners were Asian. There's more, though. Some believe that Japan's censorship of sexual penetration, even in erotic videos, led to the filming of bukkake as a means of satisfying audiences' demands for an alternative sexual act. Some feminists--the hairy-legged ones, I think--consider bukkake an act of symbolic rape--" Jenny giggled--"meant to humiliate and degrade." She rolled her eyes. "That seems to be your view, too, Danny, as far as I can see. On the other hand, I happen to think the more, the merrier. It's sexy to be the center of attention--both literally and figuratively--as a group of guys shower me with their love."



Danny grunted. "Lust, you mean."



"Lust or love--it's all the same to me," she said. Then with a frown, she added, "Of course, two guys are hardly a group of men."



"Two guys? Since when was Michael two guys?"



"I want both you and Michael to be my bukkake brothers." She wiped a strand of semen from a cheek, depositing it in her mouth, and smiled. "What do you say? Can I count on you?"



"What you're asking me to do--it's sick," Danny said.



"What's sick about it?" Jenny asked. "You're not fucking me. Even if I suck your cock, you can't impregnate me. It's safer to have you and Michael spurt your sperm in my face than it is for me to have strangers do it."



Danny glared at me. "How long have you been doing this to Jenny?" he demanded.



"We've been doing it together, Danny," Jenny answered on my behalf, "because I want to. I asked him to do it, and he's been kind enough and understanding enough and loving enough to help me to enjoy my favorite pastime. What's wrong with that?"



"It's incest," Danny said.



"What's wrong with incest? If it's done in love and with love, it is love, isn't it?"



"The family that plays together, stays together," I said, but, when I saw the murderous look on Danny's red face, I shut up, averting my eyes. It was better to let Jenny plead our case. Danny wasn't likely to hit her.



"You shouldn't have tricked me," Danny declared.



"You wouldn't have done it otherwise, would you?" Jenny asked.



"Hell, no."



"That's why we tricked you." She wiped her hand across her face before licking it clean. "Tell the truth. You enjoyed it, didn't you?"



"Before I knew it was you," he admitted, "yeah, I enjoyed it."



She looked at him directly, holding his gaze with her own. "You enjoyed it afterward, too."



He didn't affirm her charge, but he didn't deny it, either.



"Whatever your decision, Michael and I are going to keep doing this, but we'd like to have you do it with us. Will you join us?" Jenny pleaded.



It took her another half hour to attain Danny's promise to become a bukkake brother. Once he'd agreed, she gave us a new mission. We were to add our other brother, Kevin, to our group, too.



"How the hell do you expect us to do that?" Danny demanded.



She smiled, a strand of semen stretching between her luscious pink lips. "Michael's plan worked once," she observed. "It should work again."



A week later, we repeated the same scene, initiating Kevin as, the previous week, we'd introduced Danny, to the practice. The results were much the same: outrage (or pretended outrage) at having been duped into having sex, of a sort, with his own sister (it never seemed to bother either Danny or Kev that they'd also participated in a sexual act, of a sort, with their brother or brothers); horror (or pretended horror) at the incest involved in the activity; arguments as to the immorality of the act; and, ultimately, reluctant acquiescence (or pretended reluctant acquiescence) to Jenny's repeated pleas to become a member of our group, or, as she put it, a "bukkake brother," and, now, there were four of us, Jenny--the center of attention, as she liked to refer to herself--and her three bukkake brothers.



Now, everything's better by far, just as Jenny predicted, with all three of her brothers involved in our weekly sessions. When we're through with her, she's quite a mess, believe me. This is what happens, every time, with but little variation:



As Jenny kneels, naked, in the center of a circle formed by her three brothers, we-- admiring our sister's beautiful, upturned face and smiling eyes, her splendid breasts, the dandelion fuzz of her downy pubes, her smooth, sleek thighs, her sculpted back, and her round, firm-soft derriere--stroke and pump our cocks in our fists, envisioning the spurts of our ejaculate into her hair and face and bosom.



Usually, one of us reaches orgasm before the others do, although, on occasion, two or even all three of us reach the point of no return simultaneously, showering Jenny's face and form with blast after blast of our pearly semen, flooding her face and inundating her tits.



Semen may squirt from one cock in a series of individual spurts while, from another, sperm may spray in multiple locations, splattering Jenny's hair, her forehead, and her nose and cheeks, all at the same time. While some of the semen remains where it falls, in shiny pools or glistening, pearly beads, other ejaculate runs down Jenny's face, forming southbound rivulets that course and meander down her cheeks, chin, and throat, to drip, slowly, as if succumbing to the force of gravity only with the greatest reluctance, onto her boobs or the cleavage between those white, round mounds. Our drops of semen looks like melted pearls, adorning her hair, her face, her breasts, and, sometimes, even her belly or pubes.



Often, if only as a reflexive action, upon feeling the first of our semen missiles, Jenny's beautiful face will scrunch up, her eyes and mouth closing tightly and her smooth brow knitting, as additional volleys of sperm, from one, two, or (rarely) all three cocks, firing in a series or in unison, wet her face, great globules and streamers of semen glistening upon her semen-bedecked and sperm-bejeweled countenance. 



Often, she will open her eyes during our bombardment, heedless of the semen that lies upon her lids or in her lashes or adjacent to the inner or outer corners of her eyes, and look up at us, smiling--her crescent blue eyes and the bow of her smiling mouth are unbelievably erotic, igniting more lust within her bukkake brothers' hearts, minds, and loins, producing additional spurts of cum. By the time that Danny, Kev, and I have emptied our loads onto her wet, shining, smiling, upturned face, her visage streams with semen, the syrupy fluid streaking and coating her features as well as her flesh, either lying in pools, hanging from her eyebrows and chin, or meandering slowly down her brow, cheeks, nose, jaw, neck, and bosom.



She often parts her sperm-smeared lips to let us admire the pool of lustrous white sperm that she's collected within the pink interior of her mouth. Then, she swallows our seed to make room for more. Gathering them with her fingertips, she deposits additional gobs of our salty semen inside her mouth to savor before ingesting them. She then licks the remnants of our seed from each of our still-standing cocks and the taut, risen pouches of our contracted scrota. Licking her lips, she smiles at each of us, sometimes taking our pricks into her mouth, one by one, as she handles and fondles the cocks of the other two. A lovelier sight doesn't exist than one's sister, cum-faced, with a cock in her mouth and an additional one in each hand.

<hr pg="2" />I can't speak for Danny and Kevin, but I'm both honored and proud to call myself one of Jenny's "Bukkake Brothers."

