I adjusted myself so that I was laying flatter on my back. I reached for his face. He lay on me, the head still semi-inserted into my opening. We kissed, tongues wrestling. My breathing was shallow. I was practically hyper-ventilating.
I held his face to my neck, whispering in his ear, “Make love to me, Big Brother.”
He didn’t hesitate. He slowly pushed forward and his wonderful, thick, long-desired, brotherly cock slid deep into me. I put my feet flat on the bed and pushed up at him. He hit bottom. It was exquisite. He didn’t move. I wrapped my legs around him and moaned.
“Oh, Pammy,” he groaned. “Oh, Pammy.” He raised his head and I could see that he was weeping. His tears ran down his cheeks and dripped onto my face. My own tears began to course down my face as he began to slowly move inside me.
I held his face in my hands, breathing hard, my eyes opening and closing in turn as he began to saw in and out of me. We both whimpered and whined and groaned as we gazed into each other eyes. I could think of nothing to say. Could anything possibly be more perfect? Were there words to describe the euphoria of this moment? All of the emotions of our mutual loss; all of the frustrations and sexual tensions of our teen years; all of the deep love that we had for each other – all of these things screamed for release.
Every fiber of my being was focused on this man – my brother. I was in love with him. I licked at his lips, kissing and licking his gorgeous face as he picked up speed. He was SO GOOD! He wasn’t doing anything special, except slowly but surely picking up the pace as he fucked in and out of my body. As I had imagined, he fit into me perfectly – an ideal biological fit – sister and brother. We were made for each other. I was well-lubricated and as he plunged in and out of my wetness, his thick cudgel made the most delicious, wet, sucking sounds as my cunt grasped his cock – my brother’s cock that was giving such overwhelming pleasure to his little sister.
Between moans, Jeff kissed my neck and face and ears. He gazed into my eyes as he made longer strokes, his long cock coming nearly all the way out of me before he slid it into me, ALL THE WAY DEEP INTO ME, again. Over and over and over and over again.
“Can I cum in you, Pammy?” he groaned. These were the first words that either of us had spoken.
“Yes, cum in me!” I eagerly replied. “Fill me up with it,” I whispered.
He stopped, completely inside me. His eyes closed and I could feel the base of his cock pulsing. He was cumming in me!
“Uuuunggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” I groaned as my own orgasm overwhelmed me. I unwrapped my legs from around him, placed my feet on the bed and arched my back, fucking up at him. Everything was right in the world. Surely no drug could give you such pure, deep, utter pleasure.
I continued to arch up at him as my climax dissipated. He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing as if we had been running wind sprints. He held me and told me he loved me.
I couldn’t say a word. I didn’t want to talk. I just wanted to enjoy this after-glow. I didn’t want to talk about it, rehash it, rationalize it, or even admit that it was inevitable. I just wanted to lay in the arms of my lover – my brother.
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