We probably won’t get caught, I thought, as I reciprocated, tugging down his shorts. I had to admit, Lucus’ recklessness was… exciting. His cock was stiff and warm as my fingers enveloped and stroked it, a bit of precum on the pink tip of his engorged violet red mushroom head.
Lucus grabbed my hips, and his strong arms lifted me up a bit as he slid me onto his lap, facing away from him. His stiffness cuddled against my well-padded buttocks.
“You got such a fucking sexy big booty.” Still whispering, oh so quietly, but with an undertone of urgency. He kissed the back of my neck, while sliding the straps of my French Blue sundress off my shoulders. The dress slid down and bunched around my waist. This revealed my sheer see through black lace bra that darkened my large breasts with their big brown areolas.
I heard him suppress a gasp of delight as he caressed their plump voluptuousness. My dark nipples hardened as he touched them through the thin fabric of my lingerie, then he twisted them a bit, giving a delicious touch of pain to leaven all the pleasure.
“Do you want to ride me sis?”
“Maybe,” I said, not really selling the reluctance, since I was gently wiggling my buttocks against his hard manhood and rhythmically squeezing my strong gluteal muscles.
His hands trailed down my sides, unhurriedly squeezing and tickling the curves on my sides as his fingernails scratched and tickled my skin, just the way I like it. The way I’d taught him. He rubbed and kneaded my round belly, as I momentarily wondered if he was turned off by my figure — another random drive-by insecurity. But then I realized he was touching my softly padded belly lovingly, in the exact same way he’d squeezed the voluptuous womanly curves of my heavy brown breasts, and I knew he loooved those. And my thoroughly unfounded doubts about him wanting me, desiring me exactly as I am, flitted away, dispelled by his deep growly lustful voice whispering in my ear.
By then Lucus was gently squeezing my ass. “Mmmm. Ohmygod, you have a perfect butt. So big and sexy.”
I felt heat surge through my loins, my body responding to this compliment, my head awash with delicious love-chemicals, knowing that the man I adored was so mindful and sensitive about my insecurities about my ripe lush figure. Leaving me feeling oh so desired and loved. I leaned my head back and turned it so Lucus could resume kissing me. As his tongue caressed my lips, he oh so gently tugged up on my soft buns, more of an invitation than a command.
I eagerly raised my butt up, wanting him inside me so much, and felt him reaching under and guiding his stiff cock to my soaking wet slit. Rubbing it against my dark pussy lips. Trying to tease me.
Fuck this teasing, I thought. “I need you inside me. NOW!” I swiftly sat down onto his lap, enveloping his hardness, taking him all the way inside me. Making him, for the moment, part of me. Oooohhh, it felt so good, endorphins flooding my head with lovely skyrockets of pleasure. And not just from the physical sensations, but from the emotions of feeling the man I’ve been madly in love with for years reciprocating that love, fulfilling our mutual passion by sliding deep inside my receptive wet cunt.
A few small traitorous parts of my mind whispered that this was really bad, fucking my brother, but the overwhelming majority of the clamorous multitudes inside my head gave that unsolicited advice the Strong Ignore it deserved.
I began slowly riding Lucus, flexing up a few inches then pushing him back inside me, as his hips rose to meet my thrusts, surrendering to the silky slickness of my pussy. Giving himself to me.
He pulled my back into his muscular chest, holding me tight, whispering in my ear how much he wanted me, how he loved his sexy curvy little sister. His voice was tight with an impending orgasm, a sound I had grown familiar with over the past week as he took my virginity, and then fucked me or had me suck and tease him with my mouth, several times a day. A crash course learning to please him, and letting him please me. Eighteen years of sexual drought, wanting and waiting, until I summoned the courage to smash the taboo, rejoicing in a flood of lust and love, and reassuring cuddling afterwards.
“Slow down,” Lucus whispered. “I wanna make it last.”
I rode him a bit faster. “Ain’t about what YOU want,” I gasped.
“I’m sorry. You’re right, dear,” he murmured, sounding almost like he meant the apology, but a little frisson of amusement giving him away.
“Good boy,” I said in much the same voice you’d use on an adorable semi-bright puppy, if you were inexplicably praising said puppy while getting fucked hard by your brother in the back seat of an SUV rocketing down I-35 with your mother at the wheel, your voice heavy with lust and love.
I have a lot of weird thoughts.
“Touch me,” I moaned. “Rub my clit. Make me cum too.”
His fingers started working their magic, touching and tapping and rubbing my labia and hood and clitoris. I felt a pang of jealousy about the women he’d perfected this craft with, but then thought, nah, they’re gone. He’s MINE.
I rode Lucus faster. “Are you mine, baby?”
“All yours, sexy.”
I thanked him by squeezing my cunt muscles around his thrusting shaft.
“Fuuuck, I’m gonna cum,” Lucus murmured, his breath hot and steamy inside my ear. “Keep doing that!”
“Anything for you, baby.”
“Can I cum in you? Do you want all my hot sticky cum deep inside you?”
“Yes! Cum in me baby. I want it now!”
He changed gears and sloooowly rubbed my clit, twisting it a bit between his fingers, and I began to cum, oh so quietly, over and over. Waves of orgasms washing through my shuddering insatiable body.
Lucus growled softly in my ear and came too, thrusting deep inside me and then halting, his shaft completely enveloped by my tight wet cunt. Shooting pulse after pulse of warm sticky cum deep into my womb. Surrendering all of his cum, giving part of himself to me. His body trying its utmost to make a baby.
We lay there together, afterwards, quietly gasping for breath.
How in the hell did Aleja not notice us fucking while she drove? I thought. She’s right th–
I heard Aleja quietly clear her throat.
We froze.
“Ciara? Lucus?”
Oooohhh, fuck, here it comes… ohgod ohgod–
In a deceptively mild voice: “You’re not nearly as discreet as you might imagine.”
I was frantically trying to parse her tone of voice — did I hear anger? Bemusement? The fuck do I say now…
Lucus said, cautiously, “Ummm… are yooou–”
“It would be so ironic and hypocritical if I said you shouldn’t have done… that… when I literally recently fucked you by riding you — in the back seat — while a parent was driving.”
After a couple seconds of stunned silence, I said, “You… and Lucus? With DAD right there?”
“Lucus didn’t tell you about us… you know…”
“He told me about you two having a lot of sex before my eighteenth birthday party, when we… uhh…”
“Started fucking like bunnies?” Lucus said, brightly.
“Really?” I said. “THAT’s how you want to describe it?”
“Fine. FINE. Started * making love * like bunnies.”
An awkward silence ensued.
“Look,” mom said. “You’re adults. And I knew you two were having sex — I could see how you’ve been looking at each other, and gently touching and holding hands when you thought I wasn’t looking. As if I’d miss that.”
I stared at the back of mom’s head, since she seemed focused on keeping her eyes on the road for safety, rather than turning around to glance at us while going 80 MPH or so down I-35. Or maybe it was easier for her to talk about this incredibly awkward subject if she didn’t have to look at us.
“I get it,” mom said. “The attraction between you two. Dark and short and curvy versus fair-skinned and tall and muscular. And such obvious chemistry together… same as what your dad and I had. But — you’re still brother and sister. There’s a reason it’s taboo. You ought to date other people.”
I felt some of Lucus’ cum trickling out of my pussy, as I turned and looked in his eyes and saw so much love there.
Mine, I thought. MINE. Not gonna give him up. No way.
“We –” I started to say, at the same time Lucus said, “Fuck, no.”
I motioned with my hand — Go Ahead.
He flicked his head left then right — No, You.
While we were silently negotiating who should speak, Aleja jumped in: “Despite those articulate rebuttals, I’m asking you to accept that I know what’s right for you.”
Lucus rolled his eyes and weaved his head around, clowning it up to express a dissenting opinion.
God, I love his sense of humor.
“OK, mom,” he said. “Completely theoretically and hypothetically, let’s stipulate that I’m going to obey you and date other college girls. How do you think they’ll react if I emulate your principle?”
“Which principle?”
“That I should tell them that they should obey me, because I know better than them what’s best for them?”
A really awkward and long silence ensued, while mom processed that.
“Fair enough. I apologize. I slipped into parent mode, instead of ‘we’re equals’ mode.”
“Dammit, quit spoiling a perfectly good argument by agreeing and being reasonable and other such underhanded tactics.”
“I’ll try to listen less and yell more,” she said, deadpan.
“Now THAT’s the spirit!” Lucus grinned.
“OK.”
I waited for mom to elaborate. Nuffin’. “OK, as in I hear the words flying out of your piehole despite vehemently disagreeing, or OK as in…”
“OK as in, yes, you’re adults. Do what feels right for you. I’ll try not to be a fucking helicopter mom.”
“Soooo…” I said to Lucus. “Are you?”
He looked puzzled. “Am I what?”
“You gonna try dating OTHER college girls?”
“Fuck, no.” Not a moment’s pause. “You’re my boo.”
“Awwww.” I gently kissed him. “You’re my bae.”
He kissed back, more urgently.
I could almost hear mom’s eyes rolling. “Fuck’s sake,” she eventually said as we started kissing more passionately. “Get a room.”
***
A bit later, Lucus and I were kissing and stuff. And by “stuff” I mean he was fingering my pussy and caressing my breasts, while I ran my fingers over the carefully trimmed three day stubble of his beard. Oh, and teasing him by trailing the fingers of my other hand along his upper thighs, not quite touching his manly sticky bits. His cock twitched and stiffened a bit as my fingers got dangerously close.
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