“I can’t believe how good that felt. It doesn’t even feel real. It might be the alcohol but that felt like nothing I could ever describe. I don’t even believe that this is real.” He went on, still dazed from his intense orgasm.
I climbed up his body, taking the seat next to him on the couch. I felt a kiss coming, so i leaned in and placed my just licked clean lips against his and felt him return with the same passion as he had earlier.
“That was real Jace. It isn’t just the alcohol. This will be real tomorrow, and the day after that and the day after that. I hope I did a good job pleasing you.” I said, honestly hoping I had given my loving brother an amazing first blowjob memory.
He tried to laugh but his body was too tired to produce one. Instead he just laid there smiling his charming smile.
“You looked so sexy with all my cum in your mouth. I can’t believe you swallowed it all.”
I felt myself blush, hearing him call me sexy, surprising him with my vast skills in the field of oral pleasure. His words warmed my heart and made my cunt ache for him.
“Believe it brother. I swallowed everything you gave me. And I’d do it again if you asked me to.” I clarified.
My hands still played with his half hard cock. What little cum remained within his elongated rod started to ooze out from his hole. Without thought I gathered the substance on my finger, bringing it to my mouth as I devoured the scraps of his orgasm.
“There so much more to do,” I reminded, lighting his eyes with rekindling lust. “You didn’t want the night to stop here. Do you still want that?” I asked, thinking that maybe after his pinnacle of his pleasure he no longer was interested in this secretly formed practice.
“Yes I do,” He answered, kissing me as he did. “I want to feel you please me, and I want to take care of whatever needs you have too.” He kindly offered.
My mind was distracted by the idea of having him be always available to me, the many loads I’d corece from his juicy balls. My hand began to jerk him again, trying to revive the monster cock that I had just cum in my mouth. He groaned in protest.
“Give me a few minutes. I feel like I just ran a marathon.” Jace admitted.
Great, now I had to wait some more, but it allowed me to serve him and show that I want to be the one who takes care of him. As I thought it I had realized how much of a personal whore I wanted to be for my brother. I suddenly desired every waking moment to be in the name of his pleasure. Maybe I craved him too much. I couldn’t possible get enough of his godly cock. Even with a sore body I would want to still be at his beck and call. I wanted to love him.
“Why don’t you go up to your room. Get in bed, keep this body of yours bare and wait for me. I’ll clean up here, maybe put on something sultry for you. And then we can do whatever it is you want.” I offered.
I was slightly bothered at the fact that he was still drunk. I had gotten what I wanted but now I wanted him to be sober, to be completely in his own default mind and declare his affection and desire for his big sister. Soon, I’d just have to wait.
“What if I cum from just looking at you?” He asked, partly serious, partly trying to make a drunken joke. My reply was serious all the same.
“The night ends when you want it to. Not when you cum. I’ll simply swallow your cum, give you a moment to breathe, and then proceed to fulfil your next desire. Don’t worry about cumming too quickly,” I reassured. “Your body will soon learn to keep up with me. For now just enjoy every orgasm. You don’t have to try to last longer. Cum when you feel like cumming. Got it?” I clarified.
My brother had such a huge smile on his face. Hearing me talk about ultimately his pleasure, sent a loving wave of warmth to his heart. While my words were sexy and boner inducing, it was why I said it that he paid attention to. I loved him, and I wanted to give him everything. Nothing compared to seeing him have his first blowjob. I wanted more memories like that.
I was so ready to give whatever it is that he asked for. My mind and heart just suddenly snapped as my fantasy came true. I no longer felt like the queen of men, slayer of hard ons, instead I felt like I found my place, a truly happy place in my life. And yeah maybe I was drunk, but there was no denying how good his sperm tasted, or how wet my pussy was, or how amazing it was to see my own brother thrive in pleasure because of my own mouth and tongue. Sex before was just pleasing my body.
Sex now, what I want it to be, is pleasing him, having his request fulfilled and earning rewards in which he decides to grace me with. With a deep breath coursing through his lungs, he stood himself up on wobbly legs and made his way upstairs. I watched him as he left the room. His slim body. I wanted it on top of me. I wanted those thighs crashing against mine as he buried his tool within my cunt. I already started to miss his hands on me, touching me, squeezing me, grabbing whatever he wanted. It was up to me to help him build his endurance. Soon he would be able to fuck me senseless for hours, his mouth never growing tired, his hands never aching. I couldn’t wait for that. But for now I’ll just enjoy his buckets of cum shooting off every 25 minutes.
I went about cleaning the living room. I grabbed the cups near empty, a puddle of melted ice flooding the low rim of the plastic cup. I tossed them out, putting away the alcohol and and soda. The only thing that remained was the clothes. I found my underwear besides his. I grabbed his boxers, the smell of his manhood irradiating from his under clothes. I smiled as I gathered his clothes into my arms.
His scent was strong when everything of his was piled together. I grabbed my panties, the crotch area damp with the wetness that plagued my vagina, which has yet to be taken cared of. I was ok with that. I felt like the longer I waited to feel him plunge deep inside me the better it would feel. Right now I was focusing on taking things slowly, making sure he’s comfortable with certain things.
I can’t exactly just pin him down and ride his tongue into orgasmic bliss, no matter how arousing the idea might be. Naked, she walked up the stairs, depositing the worn clothes into their appropriate hamper. I had time to search through my closet and find something sexy to wear, hoping that the mere image of his big sister all dressed up for him was enough to get that cock to twitch back to life. Oh what to wear.
Jace was waiting in his room. His mind was swirling with what had just happened. He could still feel the echoes of pleasure course through his body.
“My sister just sucked me off,” He’d whisper to himself, the reality of things still unclear.
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