Because of how we were lying I felt his stiffening rod on top of my pelvis, rubbing against my small bush. I could tell he loved feeling the small hairs of mine tickling him. Down my neck he went, leaving a trail of burning kisses and stinging bites. I was swirling around in the excitement, knowing that soon he’d be in me again. There’s just so much of him to feel.
It’s mind blowing every time. I didn’t notice him crawling up my body. His hips were now straddling my chest. Without thought I took his shaft and shoved them between my tits, wrapping him indefinitely. I looked up at him, lust in our eyes, and stuck out my tongue. It clicked in his head. Slowly he started thrusting into me.
His long cock was no match for my chest. He easily stuck out, running into my tongue and awaiting mouth. Lick after hungry lick, suckling him as he poked up from my bustyness, I was soon making a mess of things. I felt the spit rub against his foreskin, lathering him right up. Then he’d slide against my chin, then my boobs. It was like a trail of wetness that helped guide him through me and into me. Neither one of us cared for the strands of spit that flowed out of my mouth whenever he retracted his hips. At least we didn’t care for it in a bad way.
“Did I ever tell you that I love the mess you make of me?” I asked him, letting the huge dick of his slide against the side of my face.
He beamed delightfully. With all the time we spent together so intimately he had begun to feel very comfortable very quickly. Who would have thought that my innocent baby brother would be the dominate type? Maybe it was all the time spent not getting laid all built it. It was ok though, I happily took whatever he dished, helping him make up for lost time.
The common act of spanking was his go to move for dominating me, slapping my ass red unknowingly while I straddled him. He never really used force on me to fuck me, not that he ever needed to use force on my always willing body. There’s nothing wrong with pretending though. I’ve been wanting to tell him that, revealing to him my completely submissive side, having him contrast it with dominance and force and power.
He’s yet to go through with that. I wondered if that kind of animal resided within him. Maybe he just liked spanking my ass because it made me jiggle on his body. I didn’t know what to think at this point. A piece of me wanted to see if he’d stop with the slow thrusts and start fucking my skull. That same curious piece of me also wanted him to do it.
I took note of his actions. To my surprise he grabbed me by the hair, a secure grip on me, and gradually shoved himself as much as he could into my mouth. With his fist in my hair, he guided, not forced, my head to take in more of his delicious cock. I made sure that while inside of my mouth I would lick him everywhere.
The underside of cockhead is what I furiously licked at the most, always returning to that point where his skin came together. Moans flew softly through his body, loving the slick tongue of his sister. I purposely tried to get him as wet as I could, throwing the thought of tidiness into the air. I felt him start to pull back. Desperately my mouth tried to coat him. He came out of me, dripping in my drool. Still grinning, he lifted himself from my tits and brought his member closer to my face.
The grip he had on my hair was released, replacing my locks with the base of his cock. This allowed him to guide himself all over my face. It felt so stimulating to feel a dense strand of spit come across my cheek, over my nose and covering my eye. I felt so dirty yet It was so little to what I had in mind. I opened my eyes, feeling the warm liquid shift as my lids parted. A smile crept onto my face, giggling like such an airhead. It made me feel like a happy tool made for his pleasure.
I just couldn’t help that little school girl, which I dressed up as for him, inside of me who knew nothing better than to know her place when it came to sex. I believe it was part of my charm. He kept rubbing his penis all over my face, spreading the wetness everywhere he could. Soon I had a thin layer of my spit glazing my face. God I can turn into such a sex keened bimbo for him. My eyes fell down to see his wet tip.
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