My Summer Back Home – Chapter 11

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 11

Author: Charles Grey

“I hurts,” I managed, almost hissing it at him.

“I bet you like it though. Does it make your little clit tingle when we slap that body of yours?”

I felt those soft lips of his kiss their way down my neck, softly taking my skin into his mouth where his gentle sucks sent good feelings down my body. He was onto me, fully aware that if I wasn’t wet already I would be. Feeling what pain had to offer only add a kick to this cocktail of sentiments.

“I do like it… I love it.” I admitted.

Jace moaned at hearing my coerced confession of enjoyment of his wicked ways. I couldn’t even try to deny it. All I could do was keep myself from begging them to continue.

“Has she always been this submissive Sarah?” He questioned, handling my body with curious grips.

“Never like this sir. Never so… utterly possessed. Sarah answered, realizing that neither one of us have been completely owned. Both of us were scared to even touch ourselves, feeling like we have to be allowed to rub our own vaginas.

“Well,” Jace started. “Aren’t we all about firsts. Right, Julia?”

I felt his desire to call me sister, to remind me that we come from the same place, of the blood and bond we share. My mind went crazy just thinking about it. Even without saying the words I felt his thoughts flow through me.

“That’s right… Jace.” I said, making sure he knew that I too wish to call him by the title he’s been wearing for 18 years.

My brother went back to my chest, sucking them with a vigor to match Sarah’s. I could feel my left nipple be at the end of his oral attack, a grinding tongue, gently rough teeth. From between his legs, he grabbed Sarah again by the hair and shoved her face into his lap. As risky as it was to do something without being verbally told to do it, she read the lustful thoughts of his mind and started sucking away at his cock. She had always been a “tipper,” as the guys would say, or rather tease her. The non-throating whore favored only the heads of dicks. As her nature took over she would only go three inches deep, swirling that tiny tongue of hers over and under and all around Jace’s swollen head. She was reminded that her ways would not cut it with him.

“Have you forgotten about my standard? Are you that dumb and simpleminded?” Jace mocked. She stopped to look up at him, unsure of what it is he was getting at, stuck in a stupor. “Has she always been this dense?” He asked me.

“I don’t know.” I answered, hoping that I would not displease him. He didn’t see to care, lucky me.

“I thought I made it clear on what I expected of you when it comes to giving me head.” He reminded.

“Oh,” She whispered, near trembling at our shared master.

“Yeah ‘oh’. How about you fix it before it really pisses me off.” Jace threatened.

And like that she forced him into her mouth. LIttle brother laid his head back onto the couch, just rejoicing in the feeling of having her compact mouth attempt to swallow his entire member. His threatening face of anger subsided, fading away into the mask of joy he now wore. I was still sitting there, hair in his fist, tits a-stinging, body aching. I looked down to my friend, watching her struggle as just the width alone was nearly impossible to engulf. She was trying so hard, ignoring the slimy tears that leaked from her eyes.

She looked at me, suddenly aware of my gaze. There was something in the way she looked so happily helpless. I tried my best to move by head to explain to her how to angle her hole to accommodate him. Jace didn’t seem to be stirred by my movements, paying attention only to the mouth at work. His continuous moans confirmed so. The stupid whore wasn’t as dense as Jace had made her feel. She quickly picked up on what I was trying to say and immediately started to change her tactics. Dipping her head forward, the top of her head nearly rubbing against his stomach, manage to allow Jace’s monster to slide into her throat rather that up and against the back of her mouth.

Jace became louder with his noise of approval. “There we go,” He groaned, his hand finding its way to the familiar place in her hair. “That’s much better.” Every word he would thrust deeper into her mouth, emphasizing them.

Hearing Sarah gag and whimper with her mouth full of my brother’s exquisite shaft made me crave the rewards he had planned for us. The patient part had slipped my mind when I thought about total submission.

He could spend days denying me of any kind of pleasure if he wanted to. I had always thought that sex with me would leave him unable to stay away from me for so long. That feels a bit narcissistic to say but it felt true enough. I know my mouth is wonderful in its ability, but I doubt it felt as great as being wholly swallowed by wet and willing cunt.

Regardless of the fact that he was now flowing into her mouth instead of crashing against it, Sarah was still shy of a few inches of sucking it entirely. Knowing Jace, and I do know him, he wants to feel all that he could of himself in her body. I don’t know how much longer Jace would wait for her to allow him to be balls deep in her. She was trying. You could see it in her face, the way she let him slam her mouth up and down by the hair, how even when she coughed and choked she refused to remove any inch of him.

“Looks like she could still use a little bit of help.” Jace concluded, releasing me of his hold.

My eyes turned to him, searching for any signs of approval. His nod was enough. I snaked down off the couch and found the sensation of being on my knees once more. Jace gave one last thrust into her, still unable to get the depth that he so craved from her. Sarah put on her big girl pants and took it like a champ. I can’t imagine what it would be like to have a dick the size of his just ram into the back of my throat with a power like my brother’s.

Up close I saw the mess that was starting to form on her face. Her makeup was beyond the point of runny. She looked real horror show, hysterical almost. If it wasn’t for her smile that she shot off every time she was allowed to breathe people would think she had just finished bawling her eyes out. She had that “used” look, topped off with a slick chin that was the cesspool for all things spit.

“She looks pretty doesn’t she?” I asked, wishing I looked the same.

“Show her to me.” Brother asked.

My hands found her neck, wrapping themselves from front to back. As I lifted her she straightened her back, as so to keep from choking her. More of that was coming her way soon anyways. She was erect now, barely being held by my constricting fingers.

“See?” I said as I presented the fuck toy.

He smiled, seeing the preppy go-happy girl that walked into their home be reduced to good for fucking set of three disarray holes. I turned to look at her myself again. She was still gasping, her lungs taking the opportunity to breathe as freely as she could. I made her lean close to me until her lips were pressed against mine.

She was still able to kiss me with vitality, the passion sparking orally as we kneeled there with each other. I could feel the mess rub off on my chin, soaking my skin with what came flying from her throat every time she coughed. It felt so warm, so taboo. I wanted to feel her mess against my cunt, make her shove that tongue of hers inside of me. But she wasn’t mine to own and force.

“Don’t get too distracted girls.” Jace warned.

Our eyes glanced sideways to see our master, happy to see us fulfill his fantasy of watching to girls go at it. We both grinned at him, trying to look forgiving.

“Sorry sir,” My voice coy. “I’ll get right back on doing that thing you asked me to do.” Sarah’s mouth was already open by the time I looked back at her. With my hand knotting along with her hair, I lowered that eager mouth onto my brother’s lovely cock. I didn’t give her any time to prepare herself or to get used to it. I sank that worn down hole until I could see the struggle in her eyes.

I removed my hand from her neck, not wanting to make what was already a difficult task even harder by closing off her windpipe. She didn’t need my hand to choke her anyways. Soon she was back to coughing and gagging. With quick peeps at my master I saw that every cough sent a bundle of pleasure down his cock. I purposely kept letting her mouth be fucked by the monster. Oops, how naughty of me.

“Do you like it when she chokes on your hard cock babe?” I questioned him, deepening the joy that rocked his body.

“I do. It makes me feel all kinds of good when I feel her hole squeeze around me.” He retorted.

“You see Sarah,” I went on, leaning in close to her reddening face. “Jace isn’t used to fucking a mouth that doesn’t want to be fucked. Don’t tell me you don’t want him to fuck your pretty little mouth.” I said in that schoolgirl voice of mine, feigning concern and worry. She tried to shake her head, whipping the half inserted dick back and forth.

“What’s that? What are you trying to say?” I teased, fully aware that talking at this point was near impossible. But to my surprise she tried. Her lips could barely lift themselves from his succulent shaft. The only sound that escaped her yet to be fucked throat was a mess of garbled noise. Maybe I should stop holding her head down so she could talk. I guess I could do that.

Long and thick fibers of spit hung from between her precious mouth and the cock that chokes her indefinitely. “I want my mouth to be fucked.” She quivered.

“I still can’t hear you.” I pulled on her hair, making her wince.

“I want my mouth to be fucked.” She repeated, louder this time to please the ears of her master.

“It sure doesn’t look like it,” I pointed out. “Right babe?”

“Right.” Jace answered.

I smiled knowing that my brother wanted to use my best friend’s mouth. Both sexes have offered me their best and I got to share them at the same time. If only brother let me own her with him.

“I don’t see what else is there to think. I mean, you say you want it but…” I teased.

“He’s fucking huge. He doesn’t fit.” She defended.

I pulled her close to me, letting her face fall upon my chest. She stared up at me, still breathless, still under the gaze of our master.