I am sure by looking at me you would have never guessed just how into incest phone sex fantasy stories I am. Honestly, I take a good deal of pride in that. One time my brother and I were over at a relative’s house. All of us brats were excited because my uncle had just picked up a fresh batch of fruit from the farmers’ market. Each of us seemed to be excited about the castaway bits we could have as samples as my Aunt prepared the fruit for future snacks and dessert pies. However, that is everyonebut my brother. He seemed unusually concerned about the top part with the stem which was usually garbage.
I was confused by the request when he asked for the bottom and top of pears and apples but did not really pay much mind. However when my aunt only sliced half the watermelon and went the put the other half in the fridge suddenly my brother spoke up requesting if instead, he could have it. My Aunt shrugged it off, of course, going boy needs his food, and handed him the unblemished half. Still dripping moist surgery drops past his cradling hands and across the room as he hunkered off to his guest room spot. We looked, giggled, and thought nothing more, my brother, joined us a few moments later no fruit was left. He thanked my Aunt and said it was delicious and no one thought anyone of the situation.
That was until later that night when I was having a bit of trouble sleeping. I decided I would tiptoe to my brother’s room. As I approached I could hear my brother speaking to someone. I stopped, inches before my hand hit his doorknob, and paused. Whoever it was, was getting quite a lot of dirty talk. I could feel blood rush to both my cheeks 
and my box. It began to flood itself as I got more turned on by the things that were being said. Suddenly I couldn’t take it anymore and jealousy began to take over me. I opened the door pretending to just ‘check on’ my brother. Although, what I actually saw was nothing like what I expected.
There right in front of me, my brother knelt on his bed, naked his stiff hard cock ready to detonate in the watermelon my aunt had gifted him earlier. He didn’t even hear me enter. His hands are still placed on either side of the fruit top slice. Sweating he spoke to the plump pear like it was the moist begging ass hole of his latest crush. I didn’t know if I should laugh or feel bad for him, but I was turned on and I knew that much. I quietly shut the door behind me and began to take my clothes up.
I backed my asshole up to his face and let him finish us both off. My dripping wet pussy felt so good when I came all over his face. The watermelon had clearly taken a few loads by the time I came around. I could hear the wet swoosh sound it made as the loads fought with one another for the room. Clearly, I didn’t realize it at the time but something fruity was definitely going on.
