My Summer Back Home – Chapter 9

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 9

Author: Charles Grey

I went back to my bent over position, rubbing my clit and spreading the wetness over my sore hole. What was I doing? I clearly wasn’t thinking. If it was anybody else I would have called it a day and just jerked him off, letting his cover my tits or something. Not with Jace. He wanted my ass, so I’d give it to him. This was obviously the reckless horn dog part of my brain, but still, I gave no protest. He lined himself up again. This time I felt the tip glide inside of me, rather than feeling its delicate skin scrape against my own delicate skin.

This time around I could tell the difference. We definitely needed to go out and buy lube. It felt so much better when his skin was flowing into me. My puckered asshole took his cock with pleasure and it radiated from me. The intense clutch against his rod sent a fascinating and overwhelming sensation over Jace’s body. Not to long ago he had just waded his way into the world of sex. Now he’s feeling my skin hugging grasp against his praised shaft.

“It feels so much better this time doesn’t it?” I questioned, relishing in the joy that it brought me.

“So much.” He uttered.

It made me happy to hear that from him. I reached back and gripped his thick member. I slowly jerked him while inside of my asshole, adding to his pleasure. I could feel his foreskin shift inside of me, making moan at the tiny yet amplified friction inducing movement. I felt the fire between us reside in my anus, bringing us even closer than we were this morning. The idea of fucking his sister’s strained hole, a kink clearly worth shaming, was alluring to the body as it was to the thought.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening to us.” He said, remaining stiff inside of me.

His voice carried me out of the numbing glee that erupted from my rear.

“It’s been weeks now Jace. Believe it.” I reminded.

The same thing that was bringing me to the verge of tears was now bringing me to the edge of another climax. His slick cock glided in effortlessly, leaving both of us in a pleasurable wake. I constricted against his shaft, feeling like I’m squeezing so hard that he’ll lose feeling of the first few inches and cut off his circulation. He tried to slide more in, the pain subtly returning to my body. I moaned at his attempts thriving against this new sensation of pain and sexual joy. This must be what masochists feel like when they get abused during sex. I could see the attraction in that. But I wasn’t about to ask my brother to cut me or put cigarettes out on my tits. I liked abuse of the throat kind.

“At least I know now that you’re not getting bored of me,” I mentioned. “I like entertaining you baby brother.” Something about reminding us that we’re family gave a jolt of exhilaration between us. It also made things feel more naughty than they already were. And let’s face it, if I make myself sound like some young naive schoolgirl, there’s no one I can’t excite.

“I don’t think I could ever get bored of this. Ohhhh.” He moaned, slipping in a tiny bit more of himself into me.

My hand gripped him tighter, jerking him with more vigor than before. His quivering felt as intense as it ever could while inside of my ass. I felt him quite clearly when he trembled inside of my pussy. But inside of my ass, it felt like magnified in every aspect. I focused on jerking him off, hoping that he would fill my ass like he did my mouth this morning in his sleep.

Now that was a dick I wanted to suck clean. I bet he could tell how bad I wanted to suck him off after fucking my ass. I didn’t even need to look at him, he just knew that this is the kind of dirty girl I am. If only Sarah were here. I’m sure she could find a way to make things utterly kinky and deprived while not having a single trace of shame or guilt. We would have to wait until tomorrow to witness whatever she could cook up between us lovers.

“Are you close baby?” I asked as my hand slipped from his shaft and onto his balls. I clasped lightly around them while giving a soft tug.

He nodded, asking me to go back to jerking him off. I did as so, obeying my order to serve. Today would be just that. Being a good little slut for my master. I’ve yet to call him that, scared that it might be a sort of turn off for him. He already knows I serve him like a sex slave would, but he’s reluctant to take full advantage of that. My mind snapped back to reality, harshly, as I felt another smack of his hefty hand against my ass. Pain cut through one side of my ass and out the other, making his cock inside of me to agonize my stretched skin. The view of my jiggly ass being impaled by him only added to his overwhelming thrill. He loved watching my as jiggle, and my tits. I loved it too.

“Harder.” I said, letting my body be ruled by the slut of my soul.

He didn’t hesitate to give my fat ass another hard smack. I turned around this time to see. Rearing his hand back, he brought down his palm flatly against my skin, spreading the impact evenly among me. I saw my booty wiggle and shake at his strike. I moaned, seeing the sexiness of my own body. If I were him I wouldn’t stop smacking an ass that beautiful.

I returned my attention back at the throbbing member in my hand. The display of my voluptuous body trembling before him helped me in my quest for cum. I held onto him harder, really dragging the skin upward on his half buried cock. I shook my hips back and forth, letting my spread cheeks sway along with my hips, his dick firmly planted inside of me swayed along with my body.

“Oh Jules, here it comes. I’m gonna cum.” His words were shaky and his body tensed.

I felt the muscles on his cock flex while inside of me and in my hand. I turned my head in time to see him throw his head back and let his eyes roll into the back of his head, overcome with severe satisfaction. Trying my best to give him the greatest orgasm ever, I clenched my muscles in my ass around his cumming cock.

The moment I did I felt the first rope of cum paint the inside of my hole. My name kept escaping from his breathless body with every shudder of shooting sperm. The hot gooey substance made the burning sensation inside of my body feel soothing, like it was tending to my pained body. It made his cum feel even more better inside of me. I can’t remember a guy unloading in my ass and having it feel so orgasmic. I didn’t cum myself but I was in a place of such titillation. I felt so at peace, so whole.

“I could feel every bit drip down the walls of my sensitive skin. Did you like your first orgasm inside of an asshole baby? Did I give you another memory to masturbate to?” I questioned coyly. I batted my eyes at him, smiling the biggest smile I had.

“I don’t masturbate anymore remember?” He clarified, which was true enough.

“You could always think of cumming in my tense asshole when you jerk that big cock off on my face.” I reminded as I turned my body to face his, his stained tip again just inches from my face.

The taste was back, this time it was paired with his salty and bitter load. It was so appetizing. It gave me a reason to try and take more of his cock in me next time, anything to soil his pole with the intriguing flavor of my ass. I throated him, shoving that lovely cock into the depths of my mouth. Every suck and grind against my mouth made him flinch with overwhelming sensations of sore nerves. It was cute watching him try to back away, it only made me swallow him harder and faster. He eventually had to pry me off, yanking me away from his dick by my hair. I remember how I distinctively wanted the opposite of this.

“It was definitely a moment to remember babe.” He admitted, grinning his stupidly charming grin. I hugged him by the waist, letting his softening dick rub against my tits.

“I’m glad my love. This will be the start of something new. Something to bring us closer together.” I informed.

My body, each of my holes, had now been fucked and cummed in by my brother’s delectable cock. I was marked by him, just a step less than being cummed on everywhere by him. Maybe that’s what I’ll try to do next. I kissed his stomach, staring up at his wonderfully colored eyes. It might of hurt to sit down on my ass but the sight of his happy face made it all worth it.

After tearing into my little asshole we spent what seemed liked days cuddled together on the couch. We both nodded off, exhausted by our fierce climax. It felt good to just be loved and held. What made everything sweeter, the tiny cherry on top of what is already one of the greatest moments of my life, was the simple fact that I no longer had to wear clothes.

I napped nuzzled against him in the nude. I cooked for him while naked. I sucked his cock while he ate his dinner without a single piece of clothing on me. I catered to his every need while allowing his eyes full disclosure on my very own body. I loved feeling his eyes observe me, eyeing me up and down as every curve was exposed. He often asked me to bend over in front of him so he could smack my ass.

Something about the way it jiggled made him want to smack it almost every moment he could. After wearing boxers for the first few hours, Jace decided that he would join me in being nude. I felt so close to him, having our bodies be exposed to one another freely. He would randomly start to suck on my tits or give my little clit a kiss or put my head between his legs and keep me there until I licked him completely.

Every time I walked passed him he would spank my ass. I lost count of how many times I went to “check” on dinner just so I could have an excuse to strut across the room and walk in front of him. He seized every opportunity with either a spank, lick or kiss. I was becoming fond of the former, loving the red handprint he left on my ass.

The worry of being walked in on dissolved within our minds. Instead of sneaking into each other’s rooms or having to use my panties as a gag, we fucked wildly on the couch or kitchen counter. Wherever our love sparked we let the fire burn right in that exact same spot. Everything was so casual and normal that I answered the mailman in the nude while spit hung from my chin.