It looked so much harder, so much sturdier than any cock she’d ever seen. She wondered briefly how it would feel, how hot it was to the touch, how large it would feel inside her. She dismissed the thought as soon as she could. That would be going too far.
“Show me how I would be seduced, Danny. How would you touch me, now?” she breathed at him.
He didn’t need much encouragement. Danny eased himself onto the bed beside her, at first kneeling there, back straight, with his beautiful cock hovering just above her thighs, just out of reach.
His head came down then. With his eyes half closed, he moved his mouth and cheek to her breast, sliding near her as if nuzzling her. His lips formed a pucker, then blew a soft breath onto her nipple. His lips parted slightly to glide around the curve of her breast, then shift to the other, then shift back. His hand reached out, letting the backs of his fingers trace a path along the underside of her tits, so close she thought she could actually feel him.
His lips lowered to her skin again, drizzling a light rain of ghostly almost kisses down her belly, until his head hovered right beside her thighs. Amy heard herself whimper softly as he moved closer and closer to the source of her frustration, to her burning slit, yearning and sizzling with an unfilled need.
* * *
Dan inched his way closer and closer to his sister’s inviting mound of pubic hair. It took a while, partly because he enjoyed the slow, aching tease of taking his time, and partly because he honestly wasn’t sure he should be doing this. Yet as soon as he’d seen that his sister’s pubic hair was a light golden brown, like his, he knew he had to continue. It was beautiful.
And he’d never have a chance like this ever again.
With his face as close to her as he could get, he exhaled a long, hot breath onto her skin.
* * *
The feel of her brother’s breath on the moist, outer edges of her cunt was unbelievable. Amy honestly thought that no other sexual contact she’d ever had, with any man, had ever matched what she felt at that moment. It took all of her strength not to beg him to go further, or even more directly, to simply thrust her hips upward into his face, forcing physical contact between them, breaking the barrier they’d foolishly erected, letting her fuck his face with complete abandon.
She had to do something. She had to let him know how wonderful this was. She let a long, breathy, high pitched squeal escape from her lips. She’d intended to do it, orchestrated it, but once it started, it took on a life of its own. She couldn’t stop it.
“Lick me, Danny,” she said, once her squeal had run its course. “Please, show me how you’d lick me.”
* * *
Dan felt Amy lift her head to watch him. He had to move quickly, if slightly, as she shifted, to avoid accidentally touching her. Part of him thought, hoped, that that might have been her intention.
Once she’d settled herself on her elbows, he looked up into her eyes. He made a show of snaking his tongue out, letting it cruise all around the edges of her beautiful cunt lips. He wished he could use his hands to spread them wider, to open her to him, but that was against the rules. He repeated the motion, but this time he cheated just a bit, letting his tongue touch and brush the tips of her shimmering pubic hairs, knowing that she must feel it.
He worked his way up to her clit, ever so close to touching her flesh, stealing occasional glances to see that she was still watching, and to enjoy the expression of animal lust on her face as he worked. Once he reached her swollen button, he stopped to blow on it, too. As she felt his breath on her clit, Amy squealed again, loudly, in delight, and then laughed.
“Oh, yes Danny. Yes, you’re good, you’re good.”
She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations. He waited until she was watching again to move his tongue in quick, tight circles in the air above her clit. If he could touch her, he would stay here for hours, doing just this, working her clit over and over with his tongue until she begged him to fuck her, then longer still, until he couldn’t take it any more.
* * *
Danny made a beautiful, precious “o” with his lips, shaping them as if he were ready to take her clit completely into his mouth, to suck on it lovingly for her pleasure. Amy threw her head back onto her pillow, immediately regretting that the act hadn’t accidentally pushed her tormented pussy against his delicious mouth.
She threw her head from side to side, feeling like this torture she’d created for herself was an unbearable agony. She couldn’t stand it, having him there, having a handsome, sexy, powerful man right there, ready to fill her needs, yet not. If only he weren’t her brother.
“Fuck me, Danny,” she begged, partly as part of the game, but mostly as a veiled expression of her true desires.
“Fuck me as much as you want. Fuck me now.”
* * *
Dan stayed where he was, pretending to work on her clit, blowing warm breaths on her thighs and her glistening cunt lips, teasing her incessantly as she begged him to take her. He loved being there, being that close to her, seeing how wet he had made her. The scent of her filled his nostrils in a way no woman’s ever had. He’d always sensed it, that scent, but had never knowingly enjoyed the aroma of a woman’s sex like he did now.
He reminded himself that she was his sister. He had to, to keep himself from abandoning all restraint and plunging into her right at that moment. But if there was any way that he could, he was going to make her come, almost no matter what it took.
Finally, when he felt he couldn’t listen to her pleas for him to fuck her any longer, he slid smoothly up to hold his body over hers, very carefully keeping his arms and thighs and body from touching her at all.
* * *
Amy looked up into Dan’s stern face as he held himself above her, propped on two strong arms. She looked down the length of their bodies, watching his rigid cock as it moved up and back in a sawing motion, over her pubic hair and her belly, just as it would if it were inside her. The action worked well because of the wickedly delicious bend in his cock. Without it, his cock head would have been brushing against her skin. Instead, the ridge of his shaft glided over her like a sea gull skimming along over an ocean.
Dan would move his cock down low, hovering right at the opening of her pussy, threatening to plunge into her at any moment. He would thrust himself forward, always keeping the tip of his cock just away from Amy’s cunt lips, always depriving her of the feel of his cock actually touching her hungry pussy.
He was so deliciously close. It would be so easy for him to enter her then. He could do it, just once, just for a while, just to let the forlorn insides of her cunt know how it felt. She wouldn’t mind. Just for a short while.
She watched his cock move toward her, then pull back, move toward her, then pull back. She waited until she had a sense of the rhythm, his rhythm, then she closed her eyes, trying to imagine it inside her. She moaned quietly at the thought, then more loudly. Soon her own sounds filled her ears as if made by another woman.
She snapped her eyes open, embarrassed that she’d let herself go so far, so fast. She looked into his face, to see him grinning at her. She melted beneath him yet again.
“Do you like it, Sis? Do you like having my cock slipping in and out of you like this?”
She smiled up at him, while closing her eyes and nodding, returning to her world of imagined fulfillment.
“Yes, baby, yes. I do, I really do.”
“You like my cock?”
“Yes.”
She lay there for a long time, occasionally opening her eyes to see him studying her face, or to watch his cock as it moved across her. She spent a while studying his expression, too, smiling at him, being sure to let him know she liked it, loved it, in fact. His eyes were so intense. He looked so serious, like it was so important to him to get this right, to make her happy. Nowhere in the world was she ever going to find a man like her dear baby brother.
He was patient with her, unhurried. Amy closed her eyes, lost in that thought, lost in the idea of being slowly taken by her strong brother. The thought suddenly set her clit throbbing, thrilling her as her pussy grew wetter.
He broke the silence abruptly.
“Show me you like it,” he said, his voice suddenly deeper, and more commanding. “Show me what you’d do with my cock, if you could.”
Amy’s eyes opened again, drawn by both the words and the tone. Her brother shifted his body abruptly, moving smoothly onto his back beside her.
* * *
Dan watched as Amy lifted herself up from the pillow. Her breasts floated over him, pleading with him to reach out and touch them. As he lifted his mouth to them she froze. He moved as close as he could, as close as he possibly could, with his lips, then froze there, too, to stare up into her eyes.
* * *
Amy could feel his breath on her nipples now. It was hot and moist, warmer than it had felt against her wet cunt. She eased herself forward, mischievously trying to force contact between her nipple and his lips, but he saw it coming, drifting back just enough to keep her away.
Amy laughed aloud at him, and herself, for being caught trying to break the rules. He moved his nose and his cheeks around her skin, as if he were caressing the smooth curves of her tit with his face, with the scruff on his chin. He did that for a while, shifting between her breasts, seemingly enjoying this more than anything, which made her enjoy it all the more. He looked up at her with his own green-brown eyes.
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