“Not as… hot as you… Jules.” He assured between tongue attacks.
A cheesy smile crawled on my face. I knew he found her attractive, her cum walking helped ensure that idea. I tried to be subtle in bringing up the threesome idea.
“Would you want to fuck her together with me?” I asked. Like I said, I tried to be subtle. Doesn’t mean I succeeded in being subtle.
He looked at me, similar to the way he did when he first admitted his dirty thoughts about me. A pause was held between us, him thinking it over.
“That’d be kinda weird wouldn’t it be?” He blurted.
“It doesn’t have to be. You should see how submissive she can be. It’s where I got it from. It’ll be like having two of me. Doesn’t that excite you?” I edged.
“It does, it’s just I haven’t been with anyone else besides you. I’m scared that I’d fuck up.” He opened up.
It was cute to see him all nervous again. I got so excited, preparing myself to expose him to this brand new world with me again. I couldn’t wait to ease him on in, reminding him that his loving sister wanted nothing but the best and most intense moment of pleasure I could offer.
“Maybe at first, when we started doing this, you’d be bad at it. But you’ve gotten so much better since then. All this fucking has made you into an orgasm machine. You could last at least an hour before cumming, and even then you could still fuck. Your mouth is amazing and your hands have the right balance between teasing and giving,” I slid myself down, laying next to him. Resting my chin on his shoulder, I smiled, making him feel comfortable.
“I have no doubt that you would be able to satisfy me and Sarah at the same time,” I said before planting a warm kiss on his lips. I could taste my pussy on him as I did. “So how about it big boy, wanna fuck your big sis and her slutty best friend?” I offered.
A moment was spent thinking about it. I filled the silence with the sound of my slick hand running up and down his member, wet with spit and juices.
“Sure. I want that.” He answered, a faint confident tone in his voice.
I giggled, excited like a small girl getting ready for a birthday party, or something innocent in a nature like that. My fingers flew all around my keyboard.
*Come Friday at noon. Parents are out of town for the weekend. He said he wants to take us on both. 429 Theben road.* I sent.
*Ugh! You suck. I have to wait ‘till Friday??* She sent, eager to feel my brother’s cock in her holes.
“She’s getting mad that she has to wait to fuck you.” I said, returning to my rightful place on top of him. I grinded up and down on his shaft, feeling the muscle throb under me.
“Why did you say Friday?” He questioned, knowing that we’ll be alone as soon as Thursday morning rolls around.
It is only Tuesday. I felt my desire to be with Sarah again rise, my heart to longing for the day to come. I felt red, almost embarrassed at my reasoning. It was selfish and hormonal.
“I want to have you for myself.” I admitted.
He chuckled at me, laughing at my childlike manner. It was true though. I was all for sharing him, his sexual talents, but apart of me felt possessive, like I could be the only one to be impaled by his lovely cock. Only I could suck him off and receive his large load. It felt so lustful too, along with selfish, but the carnal desire was so strong, I almost told Sarah to fuck off. But I knew better. I knew she would be able to spice things up between us. Plus to feel him inside of me and her tongue on me, I’d cum in seconds.
*Take it or leave it slut. But we both know you’ll just take it like always.* I responded to her.
*You’re lucky I wanna feel that thing inside of me. I’ll see you Friday ;* Laterz* She said, ending the conversation.
My attention returned to the reality before me, still grinding against his thick shaft.
“Now that that’s done,” I said, looking down at our private parts, then up to him. “I can get back to draining this hard piece of yours.” I timed the end of my sentence, finishing it off with a swift shove of my hips, swallowing him into my body.
Right away he started to moaning, loving the feeling of my hot pussy wrapping itself around his pulsating member. I bit my bottom lip, savoring the distinct feeling of being split open by my brother. I don’t think I’d ever get tired of that feeling, nor used to it. Jace had spent countless hours inside of me these past two weeks, and still my little pussy was kept tight for him. The wonders of the female body am I right?
Our sex had escalated. I was riding him like a madman, forcing him to shove his cock deep into my body, probing my stomach. Firmly planted on my ass, his grip was becoming tighter. I had come to read the signs. The way his hands held onto me like no tomorrow, his sudden urge to bite down on something, his moans turning into a pleading groan, if my sight would allow I would see his calf muscles tensing and relaxing and tensing and relaxing. I had him on the ropes. Soon my little cunt would be flowing with his seed.
It was the first fuck of the day, which meant the biggest load of them all. I didn’t have enough time to dismount and cover his head with my mouth. My mouth watered at the thought and memories of him shooting his load into my mouth. I feel like he shoots more cum than the entire football team. He was my cum machine, filling me up with my burning desires.
“F-fuck Jules I-I’m gonna cum!” He gasped.
His hands shot outward, holding me at the shoulders. He yanked by body down, making me lay down on top of him. I couldn’t move, not that I wanted to. He controlled my body so roughly, putting me where he wants me and keeping me there. He started screaming into the air, filling the room with noise that wasn’t his rod sliding in and out of me. I moaned into his ear as his first rope of cum shot into me. The warmth spread out among me, inside of me. I shuddered above him, my body convulsing along with his. So much more cum was starting to flood me. My mouth couldn’t help itself as it started to moan uncontrollably.
After what felt like a whole minute his body stopping pumping me, relaxing as he came down from his climax. I could feel him getting softer while still inside of me. The air from his chest kept escaping him, leaving him breathless while I still played with his limp body. I lifted myself from his cock, feeling the cum just pour out of me, leaving a trail of juices for me to lick up. Finally, exiting me with a slushy plop, he was out of me.
I was free from his death grip, and I decided to sit back on his thighs. My feet were beside each of his arms, my knees high in the air, my cunt dripping all over his balls. Thin compared to his member, my fingers found their way into my pussy. I rubbed the cum onto the walls of my cunt, feeling it seep over my fingers, up my knuckles, all over my hand.
When I was done I lifted my hand in the air, seeing the mess of a state it was in. Instinctively, like the good girl I am, I stuck my fingers into my mouth. I could feel the slime move as I sucked them clean. Every little inch of my hand I licked thoroughly, making sure I got every bit of the mess into my mouth. This was like an appetizer as my eyes fell back down to Jace’s hips. His whole cock and beside it was just wet with his cum and my juices. I was mesmerized by the sight of it.
“Well aren’t you gonna clean me up?” He asked, looking at my entranced expression.
Without a word I did what was asked of me. Starting at his balls my mouth became a vacuum, sucking tightly at his skin as I tried my hardest to clean him of our stain. I worked over his cock, moaning while my lips were firmly wrapped around his wet sticky shaft. Jace enjoyed it, the way I inched up his cock, cleaning him of his own cum that spewed into his sister’s cunt.
The moans were soft, sensual, unlike the heavy grunts he made as he pumped me to the brim. The familiar taste of his spunk began to coat my mouth, leaving every swallow to taste like him. It turned me on so much. At last his cock was clean, the tip of it was heavily drenched and I enjoyed removing any and all essence of his cum. My tongue found his hips, taking up what poured out of me and onto his perfect and smooth body. My lips dragged all over him, moving to wherever might have been a droplet of cum. I wanted it all.
“I would have loved it if you let my mouth take your huge load.” I admitted, licking up the last of the cum. I could still feel a streak run down my inner thighs.
“What fun would that be? I like it when you clean me up. It feels so sensual.” He revealed.
And it did. It did feel sensual. Usually our actions were lustful, carnal, desperate for pleasure. While sometimes it felt like making love, most of the time I felt like I was getting the hell fucked right out of me. But there was something so slow and sweet in the way I cleaned him up. It was patient and smooth. I wasn’t exactly forcing my head down to choke on his dick.
It felt like pure loving, a soft desire. It always ended in me cuddling up next to him. We would lay there for however long it lasted. Sometimes we took naps, waking up scared that it would be late and that our parents would be just getting home. But every time I woke up with that fear, the simple feeling of him next to me would ease it away.
It wasn’t long before we went at it again. He had bent me over, his hands rubbing all over my ass before shoving himself into me. Doggystyle made me feel him as deep as I could. It felt like more than just penetration. It felt like he was growing inside of me, tearing away everything in the path of his swollen head. He would smack my ass and the pain would make me clench, making him moan a little harder than before. Even then there was still a gentle touch to his force. He spanked me playfully.
I didn’t want it to be playfully. My submissive whoreness kept growing, manifesting within my body. I wanted him to really smack me, leave my ass red and stinging with pain. I sometimes wanted him to slap me across the face, choke me, yank on my hair. For some reason I couldn’t voice these desires. I didn’t want to push him away or make him feel uncomfortable.
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