High Expectations Ch. 08

Literotic asexstories – High Expectations Ch. 08 by MarriPetX,MarriPetX I woke up and had a moment of total disorientation. The bed wasn’t uncomfortable per se, but it was very obviously not my memory foam mattress. It was dark and I could hear the sound of traffic and the scraping of plows. I started to sit up but stopped when I realized there was a heavy arm wrapped around my waist.

I laid back down and wiped my eyes as my memory kicked in. My nipples hardened as the sheet slid over them and I couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath. Mark groaned and rolled onto his back, his arm sliding off of me. He didn’t wake up, but the removal of his skin left me cold.

I slid over the bed and rested my head on the crook of his shoulder and chest. He made a small sound and I slid over even more. I rested my hand between my chin and his chest, the curly hairs tickling. He took a deep breath and I froze. I counted to five then shifted again, pressing my stomach to his side and my leg over his, my inner thigh resting just below his waist. He mumbled something and I snuggled into him even more.

His arm came up to wrap around me and he rested his cheek on my head. I went to slide my arm over his torso, but my fingers ran over his nipple and he sucked his breath in sharply. I ran it between my finger and thumb, liking the way it hardened. Apparently sensitive nipples ran in the family. I slowly made my way to his other side, my fingers toying with his other nipple while I nuzzled into the one closest to my face.

“Wha…” he muttered. I carefully slid my tongue over his nipple and raised my head so I could suckle it, my hand still working on the other side. His skin was salty with dried sweat and it was delicious. I sucked a little harder and even nipped at it with my front teeth.

“Huh?” He moved under me, his head raising and his hand tightening on my skin. “Julie?”

“Shh,” I said, his nipple still in my mouth.

“Wait,” he said, moving more and sliding up. “Wait, stop, what are you doing?”

I could barely see his face. I trailed my hand down his stomach and rested it just above his pelvis. He sucked in his breath again and tried to sit up on his elbows. “We can’t,” he said, “we just can’t. We shouldn’t have started any of this.”

I pulled myself over to him and curled back up along his side. I kept my hand on his pelvis and didn’t make eye contact. I pressed my hips forward so that I was able to feel his leg hairs pressing into my core. I put my head back on his shoulder, cocking my neck slightly to make up for his new position. He stopped moving but didn’t touch me.

“Sh,” I said in a low voice. “It’s okay.”

He tried to pull his knees up but his outside foot bumped into my sore ankle. I gasped and rolled over, grabbing my calf. “Oh, shit,” he said. He reached behind me and turned on the light. I blinked against the sudden brightness and took slow, deep breaths in response to the throbbing pain.

He got up and knelt on the floor in front of me. He was still naked, but I barely noticed. He held out his hand for my foot and I gently moved it to him. He ran his fingers on it and I tried to pretend I wasn’t on the verge of tears. “Jesus, I’m sorry,” he said, his eyebrows furrowed together. “I didn’t know you were that close.”

“I know.”

“Do you want more ice?”

“What?”

“The ice machine is still right there. Just wait. I’ll get some.”

He pulled the robe on that I had worn, belting it quickly around his waist and went to the door barefooted. He pulled it open and a cold gust flew in, making the curtains billow and sway in response. “Wow.”

“What?” I said.

“This is unbelievable.”

“What?” I repeated. I forced myself to stand up, gently balancing with all of my weight on one leg and the other just there for balance. I reached over and held onto the other bed while I took careful steps to join him. The wind blew harder and a whirl of snow flew into the room.

“What are you doing?” He looked at me and practically leaped to my side, leaving the door wide open. He wrapped his arm around my waist and steadied me. “Are you trying to fall and break your fucking leg?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” he said. He spun me back around and sat me on the edge of the bed. He went back to the door and looked out. “There’s at least two feet of snow at the door,” he said, his voice somewhere between awed and angry. “Fuck.”

He closed the door and locked it again. He went to the bathroom and pulled the door shut. I sat on the bed, the pain in my chest much worse than the one in my ankle. That wasn’t the same man that made me cum with his tongue on my clit. That was the brother that never treated me like anything except a pain in the ass.

I squeezed my eyes shut and tried to tell myself it was because of the snow. He was mad because the roads were even worse now, and it was already three in the morning. He was mad because he thought I was going to hurt myself.

He was mad because I woke him up.

He was mad because I didn’t do a good job when I was touching him, or sucking on him.

I laid back on the bed, into the cold sheets that hadn’t been slept in, and curled up into a ball, facing away from the bed we had shared. I tried to slow down my breathing so that it looked like I was asleep. Maybe he wouldn’t even notice. After all, why should he?

The toilet flushed and the water ran. After a few seconds, the door opened and the light came into the room. I kept my eyes shut. “Julie?”

I didn’t answer.

The light went off and we were back in near-blackness. I heard him get onto the other bed and waited until I heard him swing his legs up. “Julie?” he said, his voice low. “Are you awake?”

I didn’t answer. I counted backwards from one hundred to myself as I listened for him to settle into the mattress. Once I got to zero, I counted back up. Then back down. Eventually, I would have to fall asleep.

Instead, I was crying. I tried to be quiet about it, but I was crying. My leg hurt. My heart hurt. My pride hurt.

A plow went by and the flashing lights came into the windows. He grunted and got up. I heard him adjust the curtains and the lights faded a little. I heard him check the locks when there was a horrible booming sound from outside. I jumped and my eyes flew open. “Holy fuck!” he said, moving away from the window.

I wanted to talk, to ask what happened outside. But I didn’t. I closed my eyes again and tried to breathe deeply. “Julie? Sis? You good over there?”

I didn’t answer.

I heard him come closer and I didn’t move. “That was a transformer,” he said, kneeling back on the floor. “Power’s out now.”

I still didn’t answer.

“I know you’re awake.”

A few seconds of silence passed. This time, his voice was stern and annoyed. “Dammit, would you answer me?”

“What?” I said, all too aware of how thick and watery my voice was.

“Hey,” he said, all annoyance gone. “Hey, come on.”

He felt along the edge of the bed until he found my shoulder. He sat next to me and ran his hand up and down my arm. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“No, not nothing. What’s wrong?”

I didn’t answer. If I opened my mouth I knew the sobs would come out in full force.

“Fine,” he said, the annoyance back with a hint of hurt. “I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry we ever did anything. I’m sorry if I made you feel guilty. I’ll never touch you again, I promise.”

His hand disappeared and he stood up again. He went back to the other bed and I heard its springs pop. Sorry that I felt guilty? Was he serious? I sucked in some large lungfuls of air and wiped my face on the top sheet. I carefully got up and made my way to the other bed, holding on to the nightstand for balance. I sat on the edge and reached my hand out to where I thought he must be.

“Don’t,” he said. “I said I’m sorry. It’s over.”

“No,” I said. I moved my hand until it ran into something solid and warm. “It’s not.”

“Yes, it is. I was wrong to touch you at all.”

I tried to slide across the mattress but he moved away. “No,” I said. “It wasn’t wrong.”

I slid over again, moving my hand again until I found his chest. I laced my fingers through the hairs and pressed myself back against his side. He groaned but didn’t move, even when my pussy pressed against his thigh. I rocked my hips to rub on it and put my leg back over him. I reached back over his chest and I put my head back on his shoulder.

“Stop,” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

“Why?”

“Because we can’t.”

“Please, Mark, please,” I said, hearing the need in my own voice. I licked his nipple again and he squeezed his hand against the small of my back.

“Julie…”

“You are my brother. Our bodies were made for each other, remember?”

“Oh, God…”

“Don’t you want me?” I said. “Don’t you want to touch me again?”

“Julie…”

“Please. Don’t you want to touch your sister’s pussy? Don’t you want to put your cock in your little sister’s pussy? I don’t want anyone else to fuck me. I just want you, please.”

“God, I want you,” he said, his voice low. I hadn’t let myself touch his cock. I was afraid I would back out if I did. It had been so big in my mouth and down my throat. I hadn’t even put my fingers in all the way.

“I want your cock,” I said.

He rolled slightly, this time careful to stay away from the ankle. His hand touched my pussy and parted the lips. I gasped as he touched my clit and pressed his middle finger against the opening. Two more fingers joined in and he was touching my pussy with just the very tips. I rocked into his hand, the pressure from his fingers making me shake.

“I want your pussy,” he said. “I want to be the first one who fucks it.”

I shivered and he kissed under my ear. “What?” he said.

“How… I mean, won’t it hurt?”

He laughed softly. “I would never hurt you. Never.”

“How does it go in? How does it fit?”

“Let me show you?”

“Will you fuck your little sister’s pussy? Will you really fill me up?”

“God, yes,” he said. He rolled us both and I ended up on my back. He knelt between my thighs and leaned forward, sucking my nipple. He kept touching my clit and the outer lips. “Do you want your big brother’s cock?” he asked, my nipple in his teeth.

“Yes,” I said. “Yes, please, I want your cock. I want my brother’s cock in my pussy.”

He went up onto his knees and put pillows under my hips. I gasped as he moved me. He moved closer to me and I felt his cock touch my pubic mound. “Please, please fuck your sister’s pussy.”

“No,” he said, leaning forward and grabbing my wrists from my sides. He held them up by my head as he slid his cock down to the entrance. He rubbed himself on my lips and clit and my breath sped up.

“No,” he said again. “I want to fuck. But I want to fuck MY pussy.”

“Yes,” I said, moving my hips up as much as I could with the pillows set up the way they were. “Yes, please, fuck your pussy. Please, fuck me. Fuck your sister, please fuck your pussy. It was made for you.”

He leaned forward slowly. I could feel the head pushing my pussy open and he stopped. “Let your hips open,” he said. Let your body open for me. Open my pussy for me.”

I let my legs fall open. He pushed forward again and I gasped. He held my wrists tighter and latched his mouth onto my collarbone. He sucked hard, sometimes using his teeth, as he rocked back and forth, easing himself inside. I gasped again and he let go of my neck. He released my wrists and got back up onto his knees.

“Hold my pussy open,” he said. “Hold it wide open. When I fuck you, I want to feel your hands.”

I slid my hands down my stomach and rested my fingers on my mound. He was still part way inside and he rocked ever so slightly. “Open up for me,” he said again, and I could have sworn his teeth were clamped together. “Do it so I know you want to do this. Do it so I know my pussy is mine.”

I took hold of the upper parts of the lips and slowly pulled them back. I exposed my clit and felt the hole open even further. He used one hand to hold one of my thighs and the other to touch my pussy. He carefully ran his finger over my clit before squeezing it. I gasped again and he laughed. “I want my pussy to cum when I’m inside,” he said, rocking forward again. “Is my pussy going to cum when I fuck it?”

“Yes,” I said. “Please, yes, I’m going to cum.”

He stopped moving and slid backwards a few inches. “Are you?”

“Yes.”

“You’ll cum when your brother tells you to,” he said, releasing my clit and leaning back over me. “You’ll cum when I say. Yes?”

“Yes,” I moaned. He laced our fingers together, holding my hands up near my head again. He kissed me and I felt him shift again.

“You’ll cum when I tell you,” he said again. “Yes?”

“Yes,” I said again.

As I spoke, he slid his hips forward again. This time, he didn’t stop. He slid all the way inside, making me gasp in the sudden sensation of fullness. He was inside of me. My brother’s cock was in my pussy. He moved slowly in and out. “Oh my God,” he said, “your pussy is so tight. So wet.”

“Please, fuck your pussy, please.”

“You’ll cum when I tell you,” he grunted, squeezing my hands. “You’ll cum… When I fuck… my pussy…”

He thrust with his words. Pain had hit, but it was also so sweet. It was hot and I was being stretched out. He sped up his thrusts. My body was on fire. I couldn’t help myself from rocking my own hips up to meet him. My breath sped up and I gasped with every thrust.

“Does my sister want her brother to fuck her harder?”

“Yes,” I moaned, clutching at his hands until my knuckles hurt. “Please fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck your pussy hard.”

“Will you cum if I fuck my pussy harder?”

“Yes.”

He pulled almost all of the way out and shoved himself back inside. I gasped again, the sensation a cross between pain and bliss. “Fuck me,” I said in a shaky breath. “Fuck you pussy harder.”

He grunted and began thrusting in earnest. My whole body moved with him. My back rubbed on the sheet and I arched my back, rolling my head to the side. I tried to match his movements but I couldn’t. The angle was wrong, leaving him in control.

“You’ll cum…” he said again, his voice shaking. “You’ll cum…”

“Yes…” I said, my own voice high and tight. “I’ll cum on your cock.”

“You’ll cum…” he said, once again in time with his thrusts. I could feel his cock in my pussy, hitting the very end of me with every stroke. “You’ll cum… You’ll cum…”

I couldn’t even make words. I was lost somewhere in the sensations. I could only moan and pant as he fucked me harder and faster. My body was shaking.

He leaned down so that his lips brushed my cheek. “Look at me,” he said. The room was still dark, and I couldn’t truly see anything, but I turned my face to him and his lips brushed mine. “You’ll cum…”

I pushed my tongue out and licked his bottom lip. He growled and kissed me, probing my mouth roughly as he continued to thrust into me. His breath was ragged and he released my tongue, keeping his lips touching mine.

“Cum,” he said. “Cum, little sister. Cum on your brother’s cock.”

Something in me snapped. I screamed as my body shuddered. My pussy grabbed at his cock and I tried to touch him but he wouldn’t let go of my hands. I felt fluids running out of me and I started moving my hips again, matching him stroke for stroke despite the angle. It was like my muscles had taken over my brain.

“Oh, yeah,” he growled. “There it is. Cum again. Cum again on me.”

I shuddered and he kissed me again, his tongue back into my mouth. I came and I couldn’t stop. I wasn’t in control anymore. He was. He was telling my body what to do and it was responding. I screamed again, this time into his mouth. He broke the kiss and bit my neck.

“My turn,” he murmured. “My turn to cum.”

“Cum in me,” I panted. “Cum in your pussy. Cum in your sister’s pussy.”

“Christ,” he yelled, pushing harder than I would have thought possible, opening me up even more. I felt his cock pulse and the seed shoot into me. I came again and could only moan and shake in response.

“Yeah,” he said, thrusting the last of his cum into me. “Yeah, that’s it. Keep cumming. Drain me dry.”

Once he stopped climaxing, he rolled off of me. Before I could move, he pulled me against him, back into my curled position around him. I could feel our fluids running out of me and onto his leg. He didn’t speak, he just held me. My breathing slowly went back to normal and I started to doze. “I love you, Julie,” he whispered, kissing my temple. “God, I love you so much.”

I smiled as I fell asleep.