We continued to kiss, never tiring of it, even with more urgent needs pressing. My body was on fire. My breasts needed more sucking. My pussy needed to cum. BADLY. Obviously his cock needed sucking and I was more than eager to fulfill that function — to show him what his little sister was capable of doing!
I slid out from under him and positioned myself between his legs, looking up at him with a wide smile on my face. I held his cock up and looked at it, then up at my brother. The expression on his face was priceless. He couldn’t wait. His entire being was focused on what I was about to do to him.
“Fuck, Pammy. You’re going to make me cum before you even start,” he gasped.
I could see that he was telling the truth. His cock was ANGRY, the head swollen and purple, pre-cum leaking copiously from the tip. Every time I put any pressure as I held it in my hand, it spasmed. “Well, we wouldn’t want to do anything… premature, now would we?” I giggled.
“I’m not kidding, Pam. I can’t hold it. I’m about to cum right now!” he practically yelled.
I leaned over to kiss it again, moving my hand to given myself better access. He wasn’t kidding. Gobs of white-hot, brotherly cum spewed out in great white arcs. A wad hit me square on my face, much of it going directly into my mouth. Another chunk hit me right above the eye. I moved, so as to be out of the line of fire and marveled at how much spunk continued to shoot forth from my big brother’s cock. I started stroking, to maximize his pleasure. Just when it seemed that the jets were about to cease, another hot geyser surged out. More spurted out and, as I continued to pump, more thick, white stuff seeped out. I leaned over and probed the eye of his cock with my tongue, then sucked gently to make sure I got it all. I stuck out my tongue to show him his cum, then swallowed. It was like warm, vanilla cream.
I squealed in delight. “Big Brother! I love this stuff! Thank you!” I slurped up some of it from his tummy and licked what had deposited on my lips. Then I licked the residue from my hand. “You’re so good to your little sister!”
He lay back onto the pillow. I kissed his dwindling cock and got up to get a wash cloth. I returned and wiped the rest of his cum up, then went and rinsed the cloth. When I came back, yet again, he said, “I’m so sorry. I just couldn’t help it. You’re just… too much! You drive me crazy.”
“Apologize for what? I love that stuff! Are you crazy? Knowing that I have that effect on you drives ME crazy!” I noticed that his cock was already revitalizing. A thought went through my mind that Daddy would be finished, at least for a few hours, after that.
I straddled him, my wet pussy now in direct contact with his inflating cock. I sat on him and leaned forward for more kissing. (Dear reader, please don’t complain that there is too much kissing. I can’t get enough of it. It’s how it happened. Okay?)
Within moments he was fully hard again and I was dry humping him (though there was nothing dry about it), on my way to my own orgasm. I rotated my hips in a circular motion, as if we were really fucking.
Jeff watched my face intently. He wanted to watch me cum and he knew I was getting close. Then he quickly and expertly flipped me over so that he was on top and his cock was sawing at just the right place, along my wet slit and my swollen clit. It made me fantasize that he was breeding me – filling my womb with his man-seed – us, together, making a baby. He was the man. He should be in the dominant position.
I wrapped my legs around him and moaned. “Oh, fuck, Jeff. Fuck your little sister!” My orgasm washed over me. I bucked up at him, undoubtedly bruising his pubic bone. His hard cock continued to deliciously mash against my spasming clit as I screamed, “Oh it’s so fucking gooooooood!”
My orgasm left me as limp as a dishrag. I pushed at Jeff, indicating for him to get off of me, then rolled into a fetal position. He lay down behind me and stroked my back. Then he rolled toward me, his hard cock against my ass. Then I felt him rubbing the head of his cock against my pussy lips. It felt nice, even though I had just had a massive climax.
It would be so easy to just lift my leg a little and just push back toward him. He would be inside me. We would be fucking!
Things had changed, drastically. Neither of us were virgins anymore. But I had fucked my own father and, furthermore, I planned to do it again. I knew that I was compartmentalizing my morality. I still felt like that I was a good person, but good people don’t have sex with family members! Still, I had justified my behavior with Daddy, in my mind, with the fact that we were both in the grieving process, insane with grief, and that it was my duty to take Mom’s place. After all, she had her accident because of my birthday. It was, at least indirectly, my fault. I had to make it up to Daddy as best I could. Rationalization.
But there was no rationalization for fucking my brother. Neither of us was a virgin. If we went “all the way” it would be with our eyes wide open – knowing full well what we were doing and how wrong it was. I had heard a lot of sermons in my life. I had heard preachers talk about sins that were unintentional and sins that are committed with the full knowledge of what we’re doing. Sins for which there is no excuse except for the fact that we want to do it. One preacher called it “sinning with a high hand”.
All this was running through my mind as I lay there, my brother teasing my pussy with his hard cock – dragging the head up and down my slit and tapping it against my clit. But was doing it with your brother worse than doing it with a boyfriend? If so, why? In fact, why was expressing your love to someone you really did love worse than doing so with a guy that you had only known a short while? I had known Jeff all my life! I had always loved him. I could not remember not having deep emotions for him. He had always been good to me; he had always taken up for me; he had even done my chores sometimes. We had rarely gotten angry with each other. When I chose a husband, I knew I would look for a man who had the qualities that Jeff had. Smart, good-looking, kind, and (moral? – eek!).
I knew then that I could not do it. I wanted to. Five minutes ago, I was ready. I was going to surprise him by going all the way. But no. It was just wrong. It would change our relationship. It would change us. It would be falling into a pit from which there was no escape. It was sinful.
I rolled over to face him. I would kiss him, then get up and go about my day. We kissed. He put my hand on his cock. Oh my! It was so hard! I needed to get him off again. No big deal, there. He reached down and touched my clit as he licked a breast. Nice. Maybe he would eat me? I stroked his cock as he continued to touch me while kissing and sucking my breasts and neck. The room was filled with moans and cries of delight. How could it feel this good after he had made me cum so hard just moments before? My body was already buzzing again. I looked down at his big cock and balls, wonderful, all-consuming lust filling my every pore.
“I love you so, much, Pam,” he said as he gazed deeply into my eyes as he fingered my wet pussy. He inserted a finger. I closed my eyes in bliss.
“I love you, Jeff. I missed you so badly. I cried so much because you weren’t here. I was totally lost. I didn’t know what to do.” I felt my eyes water.
Jeff kissed me again as I spread my legs, granting his hand complete access to my pussy. He moved on top of me, again. I reached down and rubbed his spongy cock-head against my clit and rubbed it in circles around my opening. It would be sooooo easy right now. He moved my hand and took himself in hand, placing the head directly on the opening to my pussy. He looked at me and grinned.
“Don’t you fuck me, Big Brother!” I said in a teasing voice.
“Not even an inch?” He grinned.
“You’re getting dangerous,” I warned.
He pushed, very slightly. Now the head was poised to impale me, the very tip technically inside me. He grinned again. Oh fuck, why didn’t he just go ahead and do it? It wouldn’t be my fault.
“Jeff! Stop. You’re about to fuck me!” I laughed, nervously.
Ever so slightly he increased the pressure. What was he doing?? I looked down and thought it looked like the head was halfway inside me. I had to stop him, but I was too curious. Whatever this game was, it was fun.
“Jeff, are you trying to fuck your little sister without her permission,” I asked in an extremely sultry voice.
“Give me permission, Little Sister.”
I contemplated his face. I stroked his face. “You know I can’t give you access.”
“I think I have access,” he quipped. “You’re not putting up much of a fight!” he laughed.
He was driving me crazy. My pussy felt like it would just suck him right in. I longed to thrust my hips up, capturing his entire length. I was on fire. I wanted it so badly. I could feel my nipples aching. I massaged one of my breasts and closed my eyes, laying back in abject surrender to him. I awaited the delicious penetration that was sure to come.
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