My Summer Back Home – Chapter 8

Incest stories: My Summer Back Home – Chapter 8

Author: Charles Grey

He moaned my name when I had throated him. He was six inches deep in my mouth when he moaned my name. It made me suck him harder. I was surprised that he was still asleep. Even with my whore of a mouth I was beginning to feel sore in the jaw, worn out by the earlier events that had transpired. Still I showed no signs of slowing down. I spent all night tossing and turning, waiting for the sun to come up and my parents to leave so Jace could return to being my lover. But the sun was refusing to rise already, and I took matters, and Jace, into my own hands. Speaking of which I found myself jerking him at a dangerous speed.

My body worked in unison, every time I took more of his meaty dick in my mouth my hand would drag downwards. Then vice versa. God he was such a heavy sleeper, at this point I wouldn’t be surprised if he cummed while still asleep. That would be kind of hot. I could tease him in the morning, telling him I heard these sounds coming from his bedroom.

I could rub the sheets against my wet pussy and place them back right above his cock, making him think that it was his cum that dirtied the sheets so much. That would be fun, making him feel all embarrassed and adolescent like. Or maybe tell him the truth when everyone, including himself, wakes up. Just strut up to him and whisper in his ear, ‘I sucked you off until you exploded in my mouth while you were sleeping,’ And just watch his face turn from horror to horny, and then make him wait until mom and dad leaves to get his revenge fuck. I could do that.

“Oh… Jul…. Julia.” He moaned in his most sleepily tone of voice.

Even while sleeping I could make his tool twitch while inside of me. It gave me this ticklish jolt throughout my mouth. I was fairly certain I could make him cum in his sleep. I let my left hand take over the jerking. My right was placed on his thighs, until I moved it into his boxers. My clumsy fingers bumped into his balls, and soon I began the soothing massage I had planned for his sack.

I was deeply devoted to the pleasure in which I was giving him. I occasionally pulled out his balls from beneath his boxers and let my tongue run over the bumpy surface before taking one or sometimes both into my mouth. He shifted while I did this, stirring ever so slightly while under me, still never awakening. I felt so slick, so sly, so horny. A part of me wanted to press my luck and try to fuck him, but alas I knew better and it would wake him up the second his head was pushed into my cunt. Besides, I wanted this morning batch of thick gooey cum to fill my mouth, not my cunt.

“I bet you are dreaming about me,” I said, my lips planted firmly at his cum carrying sack. I let the motion of my mouth make his balls jiggle on my face. I loved it. “I bet you’re thinking about your big sister swallowing this huge cock of yours. Maybe I can hypnotize you right now.” I felt myself opening up, realizing that this would be the perfect time to talk to him about all my little secret fantasizes. I’d be telling him but not telling him in a way. It felt like the best of both worlds. I gave his balls a hard suck and letting them rest on my wet lips.

“With this cock of yours I want you to face fuck me. I want you to abuse my throat, fuck my face, treat my mouth like it’s another hole for you to use. Let me be your stress reliever. You know you want to. I submit to you completely and wholly. This weekend, you will punish my mouth and bring me to the brink of passing out with your hard cock.” I quietly begged.

Now hopefully, somewhere in his subconscious, he’ll remember this night. Maybe Sarah will help, grabbing him by the hips and help launch his rod deep into my throat. Here’s hoping.

“Ohhhh… Fuck.” He stirred.

I’ve had his morning wood before, but never like this. I grew worried, scared that maybe if he did wake up he would not be ok with this, that he wouldn’t want it. But still if he can moan his approval at the good feeling of my mouth, then he could have voiced a protest if he honestly felt it. He didn’t want me to stop, I know he doesn’t.

If he was awake he’d be slightly thrusting into my pretty little mouth, rubbing hard against the closing of the beginning of my throat. I started to jerk him faster, almost at the speed I do when he’s awake and I want to milk him of his sperm. I kept massaging his balls, trying my best to coax the cum from them, letting his body know I was dying for him to blast me away with his climax.

“Come on baby, cum for me. I know you wanna cum for your big sister.” I pleaded.

My hot mouth wouldn’t leave his dick, talking while he was pushed against my tongue. I started to throat him, desperate and in need of his luscious man juice. I swallowed every inch that I could, my lips rubbing against the fabric of his boxers. Goddamn how heavy can a guy sleep? I pushed the wandering thought away, returning focus to the urgent matter at hand.

My grip was tight and rapid, working his dick in harmony with my tightening mouth. My oral hold on his cock was water tight, ready to trap the liquid into my thirsty mouth. The only time I allowed my mouth to become loose around him was when I spoke. Why was I talking dirty to someone who’s sleeping? Other than the fact that it made me all hot and bothered myself.

“I know you’re close baby. Too bad you aren’t awake to see me take your massive load and use my fingers to play with it in my mouth, spitting it out until it’s on the verge of spilling out and onto my chin, the huge smile on my face after swallowing it all down my hungry mouth.” I teased, if it was still considered a tease.

My little brother continued to surprise me. Not only had I made him hard in his sleep, I was now on the receiving end of his torrent of cum. Yes! First load of the day. His balls had been churning, building for a release. Now it was all mine. Mine to swallow more importantly. A night’s worth of cum, hours of being half hard, a wet dream’s load waiting to be my drink.

Even with his climax he barely stirred on the bed, only moaning into the wind and between moans he would breathlessly utter my name. His spasming cock shot a powerful load of cum into my mouth, the floodgates suddenly opening and releasing this pent up load. It was so thick, uh God, so yummy. Every time his dick twitched and jerked a fresh rope of cum shot out of him.

Like my cunt he was quickly filling the space that was my mouth. I felt my tongue, which continued to lick the underside of his tip, drown in the hot liquid. Eventually the much anticipated explosion was over. As always I gripped him tight at the base and gave him one final jerk, squeezing out what little remained in his cock. I let the glob slide down the tip of my tongue and into the massive pool of delectable cum. I swished it around, letting it coat the inside of my sore mouth.

There was no possible way I could swallow all of this in one gulp. I ingested as much as I could and let the rest remain in my mouth. I pulled my tits out of my shirt and let the dense substance slowly slide down my tongue, over my chin and down to my chest. I got so hot watching the thick strand make its way down my chin. I spat out the remains, covering my tits. I let the messy side of me take over. My hand pressed down on the mass of spit and white cum, and I smeared it all over my tits.

“If only you could see me,” I whispered while squeezing my wet breasts, pinching my coated nipples.

I was such a mess now after giving one of the cleanest blowjobs I’ve given to Jace. He laid there still asleep, not a single clue about the deprived act of sex I just partook with him. I put my boobs back into my shirt, letting the stickiness seep through the fabric of it. I leaned down and settled my lips down on his softening cock. ‘Farewell for now.’ I thought as I gave him my gentle kiss.

I looked up to him, his sleeping face holding a small grin, dreaming of me throating him like I just did. I wondered if he’s dreaming about me swallowing his load. What did his head think about after dream him dumped his liquid package into my sluttly mouth. I stopped paying attention to the countless possibilities. Instead I lifted myself back to my feet. I bent over his body and gave him a kind, long, slow kiss on his lips.

“Goodnight little brother.” I said, placing his member back within his boxers and covering him with his sheets. “Sweet dreams.”

Back in my room I laid in my own bed, enjoying the comfort it provided. It was still incredibly early, only burning away 30 minutes on the blowjob. But I felt satisfied now. And with the smell of his cum on my lovely tits, I went swiftly to sleep, smiling as the fresh memory replayed in my head.

I stuck my body out the door, feeling the warm wind brush against my skin, the dying scent of Jace being rushed into my nose. I waved frantically at my parents as they packed the last of their baggage into the cab.

“Bye sweetie! Don’t forget to take care of your brother! We’ll call you from the hotel. I love you!” My mom screamed as dad was pulling her into the cab near forcefully.

I smiled, feeling my brother’s fingers rub my twat over my underwear. I purposely wore a pair that I didn’t like, just in case Jace literally tears them off the moment he can.

“Bye mom! Bye dad!” I shout.

Watching the cab drive off down the street might have been the second most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen, right behind seeing Jace’s cock bulge out of my pelvis while pumping be full of cum, his every twitch visible to our eyes. I slammed the door. I turned around and leaned against the wood of the front entrance. My eyes meet those of my brother, eager and horny, a reflection of my very own. As I took off my shirt he took a knee in front of me. He slid down my shorts which I then kicked off, and he tore my panties to the side, allowing his tongue to dance against my wet cunt.

“How did you sleep?” I asked as saucy as I could, feeling a smug smile spread across my face. Oh man he was working me over good. My hands found his hair, gripping him tight against my pussy.