The smile that spread across his face seemed to take forever to complete in its movement. Tipping his head to one side, Trystan took the time to truly linger on his sister’s form. He wasn’t going to let mental distraction interfere though … the switch inside him was being moved slowly from “brother” to “lover” and once the transition was made, he knew there would be no turning back for them. Patting the camera with his free hand, he informed her, “Okay, don’t mind me … you just lie back and … enjoy yourself.”
Melissa couldn’t help but tremble slightly at his words. The movement was probably unnoticeable but it seemed to shake her through to the core as the realization hit her that she had crossed a line and it looked as if there were no going back now. Toying with her lower lip, her gaze lowered as the blush deepened in her cheeks even as her right hand rose slowly to her breast, weighing it … bouncing it some in her hand as the knowledge of his eye on her seemed to harden the tip to an agonizingly slow ache. With a lurch in her belly, she captured the nub between her forefinger and thumb to slowly roll it between, the small movement heightening her senses.
Raising the camera quietly in his hands, Trystan thumbed open the shutter cover and tipped it so that he could watch her through the small screen on the back of the Olympus camera. As his finger hovered lightly over the button with the same tentative gentleness that his sister’s finger was hovering on a different button, he took the first shot, allowing himself a pleased smile at how silent the camera was. He knew that a loud {click} and flash would have sent her scurrying away faster than rabbits hearing a shotgun.
A shuddering sigh rippled through Melissa as her eyes closed completely, focusing her attentions on the bolt of electricity that seemed to flow straight from the hardened nub down her spine to pool right between her thighs that started to shirt against one another. The movement was strangely erotic as her fingers continued to gently tug and roll the hardened pebble between them, feeling it begin to elongate as she relaxed beneath her own ministrations. Inhaling deeply, her other hand found its courage and drifted up to the twin of the first mound, fingers splaying over it to squeeze and feel its weight. With every push of her hand, the excess flesh flattened out around her hand in an enticing display as her breathing began to come in a bit more rapidly; a clear indication of the wanton spirit that seemed to be hovering beneath the surface as if it had been waiting for just the right moment in which to show its sexual nature.
Her body began to take on a life of its own, slowly smothering the shy girl that had stripped before her own brother as the unleashed beast within her began to lick at her flesh from the inside out. The movements on her nipple became more intense, urging her to continue along this journey that was becoming more and more heated with each passing moment. Moist lips stained to perfection seemed to race the pulse beneath their surface, parting as if in a blatant invitation for her brother’s kiss or even better, the entrance of his throbbing cock. Her breasts began to heave faster as her back arched with the growing intensity that she was building with every tweak and twist of her sensitive nubs.
It really didn’t take much work on her nipples to get her first orgasm over with … that first one was usually quick and gentle, especially now that her brother was watching. It only served to prepare her for more earth-shattering ones to come as her fingers began to move faster and harder on her nipples, driving her with a longing intensity towards that first release as her nipples elongated even more. Her fingers began to tug on them further, pulling them out only to twist and pinch them, causing audible whimpers and moans to begin to flow from her open lips. Her eyes slowly opened once to gaze up at her brother lovingly, seeing the expression on his face as he watched. God, she loved him … more than anyone. She would do anything for him. The shyness in her eyes slowly began to be replaced by a lust that was quickly consuming her like a raging inferno to dry wood.
Lowering the camera after counting off forty-eight shot fired into the tiny memory card within it, Trystan let his gaze hover down the length of his sister’s gorgeous body, watching how it trembled each time her fingers brushed across her own skin. The electricity was sparkling within her now, sending high voltage shocks through tired nerve endings. The smile above the camera was broad and pleased, nothing artificial in the painfully high curve his mouth had taken on at all. Remaining quiet, he prepared his fingers on the camera once more and continued to watch Melissa from his perch.
The shifting of her thighs was slow … deliberately prolonged and sexy as the heat began to grow between her thighs. Her back arched upwards like the bow of a hunter’s as he prepared to shoot off that first arrow that seemed to be a likely candidate for the best description of the intensity that she felt whelming up within her. A low moan erupted from her lips as the first flutters of her orgasm spread through her like melting butter on an oven-hot roll. Her lips parted even more as she gasped in amazement at the tiny flutters that coursed through the muscles of her cunt as her right hand slid from the cushion of her breast to slowly slide down over her ribs, causing her belly to tighten beneath her own touch; a silent beckoning for her thighs to drift apart only slightly to show the swollen moistness of her still quivering cunt to her beloved brother.
A soft moan of appreciation rippled over her moist lips followed by her tongue as it darted out over their surface; a reflexive move when her hunger soared. As her fingers slid between her thighs to feel the smooth flesh of her sex, her head rolled back a bit to the left upon the couch. Soft strands of blonde tickled out over her neck and cheek as blue eyes fluttered closed once more. She enjoyed the aftershocks of her first release, a soft gasp escaping as her forefinger slid between molten folds to feel her own wetness. Sliding it along its length, her fingers nestled deeper with each pass with a sigh of passion until her sex was dripping with the proof of her desire.
There was still that part of her that knew her brother was watching on a subconscious level … she knew that he was enjoying this and she wanted to draw him in, even if for just a moment in a small non-committal way. Opening her eyes and turning her face so that she could see the look on his face, Melissa’s finger slipped out from between her swollen folds and moved in a deliberately slow motion upwards to her mouth where it slip between parted lips to be savored on her tongue. With a soft purr, it promptly wormed its way back out to travel back down to the pulsing heat of her cunt.
Dipping in between her folds again, this time Melissa gave herself more liberties as her left leg lifted to hook over the back side of the couch, opening her sex more to both her own deliberations and the hunger that she could read in her brother’s face. Her eyes closed once more as her fingers found the throbbing start button of her most intimate desires, circling around it slowly like a predatory animal that had happened upon its prey, eliciting tiny mews from her throat as she teased around the hardened pearl that began to peek out from beneath its hiding place. With each pass of her finger around it, she could feel her juices begin to flow and gather on the open petals that glistened in the light of the room and her hips shifted to allow her right leg to move so that her foot fell from the couch to rest on the floor as if her body was setting the stage for the grand finale.
When her fingers finally reached that part of her that was throbbing … aching to be played like a well-tuned instrument ready for its solo performance, she moaned deeply from within. Her back arched upwards as if she were trying to take in whatever was offered at the time into her gaping cunt, the muscles starting to squeeze at the air, needing to be filled. Her left hand swiftly responded to the back up call as slender fingers plunged into the depths of her aching slit, surrounded instantaneously by the muscles trying to clench the air, a rippling groan the reflexive answer to her body’s call. As her forefinger and thumb battled to catch hold of the sensitive pearl nestled between the folds of swollen moistened flesh, her other hand began to find a stead slow rhythm much akin to the movements that she longed to share in unison with the forbidden man she loved more than anything.
Melissa’s head began to roll against the arm of the couch, tousled waves of golden wheat splaying out as uninterrupted moans and whimpers passed frequently from her parted lips. He belly trembled in need as her fingers began to work in a deliberate frenzy … one hand thrusting, stretching to go deeper with each pass … the other playing “mulberry bush” with her hardened clit … a wild game of tag that enraptured Trystan as he watched. Gone was the shy girl that used to follow her brother around in silent awe, replaced by a wanton slut that couldn’t get enough of her own fingers.
Taking a moment to wipe the back of his right hand across the corner of his mouth, Trystan closed the shutter on the camera and relaxed against the back of the couch. Curling against it like a big cat on a branch, he just sat there watching his sister in silence, hoping that all she needed to know could be garnered from both the gleam in his eyes and the “I just won the lottery!” wide grin on his lips. When he did finally speak, it was accompanied by the motion of his left hand reaching out and touched near her ankle. “Feeling shy now?” he teased.
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