He reached forward, tweaking my nipples, then gently stroked my tummy. I reached and grasped one of his buttocks, signaling him to proceed. He very, very slowly fed his cock deeper into my throat. (I’m not going to lie and say that this is a physically pleasurable feeling, but knowing what I am doing is an extreme turn on.) Then he was in as deep as possible. I needed to breathe and felt like I would pass out, but I loved knowing that I had his cock all the way into my throat. I pushed against him and he quickly withdrew, giving me a chance to breathe.
I quickly swiveled around and, noticing a look of slight disappointment on his face, I motioned for him to lay down. I crawled between his legs and took the head of his cock into my mouth, eagerly bathing it with my tongue. I had so much saliva that it was leaking out the corners of my mouth and trickling off my chin. I didn’t give a shit. I looked into his face, which was a mask of pure pleasure, as I took his cock deeper into my mouth and then, with very little problem, into my throat. I swallowed him. My nose was against his body, my brother’s thick, manly cock buried deep into my mouth and throat. I loved this. I didn’t care whether I could breathe or not.
“Ohhhhh,” he groaned. “My little sister is a naughty girl,” he gasped as I raised up, allowing his cock out of my slutty mouth as I gasped for air.
I was too breathless to talk. I crawled up his body until I straddled his face. I grabbed extra pillows to prop his head up, as he grasped my ass and pulled my wetness into his mouth. He sucked at my wet pussy, fucking it with his tongue. Then he licked and sucked my clit. I moaned and rotated my hips, fucking his face.
I re-positioned, so that I was directly above his head and sat down on his face, my saturated pussy hunching against his mouth and nose. I fucked his face. “Eat me, baby. I’ve imagined you doing this to me!” I whimpered. “Show your little sister how naughty you can be, Big Brother!”
With that, he practically lifted me and flipped me over. My ass was on the edge of the bed, my legs open. He was kneeling between my legs, pushed my legs back until my thighs were nearly touching my breasts, my legs wide apart. He feasted on my pussy, driving me crazy. With the position I was in, I couldn’t gain much leverage with which to push myself at him, but his face was buried between my legs. Looking down at him, it looked for all the world as if he were literally EATING me. He was licking and sucking me so perfectly and so deliciously!
He looked up at my face, his face covered with my wetness. “You like naughty, Little Sister?” he grinned.
“Yessssss… don’t fucking stop. You’re so fucking naughty – eating your own sister’s pussy!”
“How naughty do you like it, Little Sister?” he leered.
“Please?” I wailed. “Please make me cum.”
“I need to know how naughty you want your brother to be,” he teased.
I looked at him. What did he want me to say? “I like it naughty. You can’t be too naughty for me, Big Brother!” I proclaimed.
He returned to his ministrations, but then began to lick lower. What? Was he really going to…? He paused and I could seem him regarding my asshole. Then he leaned forward and very tentatively licked it. It tickled, and certainly wasn’t unpleasant. I had never thought I really wanted to do anal play, but I wasn’t in any position to argue at that moment.
He pushed his tongue harder and I opened my legs wider. I could feel his tongue digging into my asshole. I trusted him and was eager to see how this new experiment would go. Then I could feel his saliva on my asshole as he became less tentative.
He pushed his face tightly into my ass and licked my asshole wetly, fucking it with his tongue. “Oh, Jeffy, that feels good. It feels REALLY GOOD!” I cried. He became more voracious. He pulled my legs further apart and inserted his tongue into my asshole as deep as he possibly could.
He continued to do this, but then reached up and played with my pussy. He rubbed my clit and inserted two fingers into my pussy. Then he stopped, and stood.
His cock was actually dripping! I grasped it and stroked it. I leaned up and kissed it. “I want it,” I begged. “Please, give it to me, Big Brother. Please fuck your little sister!” I said in my most teasing voice.
I spread my legs, welcoming him. He lay between my legs, allowing me to grasp his cock and guide it into me. We were both so wet that it slipped in easily. I could feel every delicious inch of it as he pushed it slowly into me until he was in me all the way to the root. My legs wrapped around him, my heels on his ass. He fucked me. Slowly, without words. We gazed into each other’s faces, occasionally kissing, but mostly just looking into each other’s eyes. It was delightful. Every nerve ending in my body eagerly engaged in our incestuous mating.
He alternately kissed my face and sucked and licked at my throat and breasts as he thrust himself into me over and over and over and over, driving me insane with the need to cum. “Jeffy, it’s so goood! Fuck me deep! Oh, baby, just like THAT. Fuck, you’re doing it just right! Oh, fuck, sweet brother, you’re perfect! I love you!”
“Little Sister,” he gasped, “I am going to cum inside you!” he groaned.
“Fill my cunt with your sperm,” Big Brother, I whispered. “Put a baby in your little sister! I love you,” I sobbed as my pussy spasmed around my brother’s thick, pleasure-giving phallus. “Oooooooooooh babeeeeeee, I am cummming!!”
“Fuck, I love you so much, Pammy,” he howled as jet after jet of his warm sperm filled my body. I grabbed his buttocks and hunched my body up at him, fucking my tongue inside his mouth, sucking at his tongue as he emptied himself inside me.
Another orgasm washed over me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and cried out as I shook all over. I could still feel him deep inside me. I realized that I wanted this for the rest of my life. I couldn’t imagine denying myself this, even if I was married. I knew in my heart that we would always have to have each other, no matter what. (It’s amazing how many thoughts can run through my mind and make perfect sense when I’m having an orgasm.)
We lay in each other’s arms until his cock deflated and slipped out of my pussy. The bed was wet with cum. He must have cum a pint, I thought. I had to get up and pee and when I got back he had fallen asleep. I lay down with him and didn’t awaken until mid-afternoon.
This scenario repeated itself several times that week. We may have missed one day, but we did it twice one day. I was already dreading my tutoring job starting the next week, even though I knew that we would still have time for each other. Still, we wouldn’t be alone all day with each other.
Dad did nothing nor said anything that could be construed as flirty that entire week. It crossed my mind that he was probably glad that Jeff was home so that he wouldn’t have to wrestle with his guilt and be tempted to do something with me. This made me sad, but I admitted to myself that we had sex because of extenuating circumstances – circumstances beyond our control, in which we were thrown into a situation where grief had caused us to seek solace in each other’s arms. It had been wrong. It had been great – as all emotional, loving sex is – it had been better than great – but it was wrong. It was best to put it out of my mind and realize that it could never, ever happen again.
That Sunday, the day before I was to start my tutoring job, Jeff got a call from his roommate at school. He had been planning on going to see the Braves with his girlfriend, but the girlfriend had something come up, leaving him with extra tickets for three games. Of course, Jeff agreed to go with him to the games, meaning he would be gone until the end of the week. I was royally pissed. I hated myself for feeling that way – what right did I have? I had to stay here and work, and he was going to see the Braves? And, much more important, no sex! I had gotten used to having sex and now I felt like I was addicted to it. Intercourse was SO much more fulfilling that the other stuff I had done. Still, I could get by without sex for a week, I supposed, then realized that my period was coming the next weekend. Yuck. I didn’t want to do it on my period. So, that meant that it would be 10 days of so without the wonderful feeling of Jeff penetrating me with his brotherly cock. (Yeah, calling it that makes me giggle.)
I was bummed. He could tell, even though I didn’t admit it to him. He flirted with me Sunday night, but I told him that we just couldn’t do it with Dad in the house. He reluctantly agreed.
I got up early Monday to go to my tutoring job. Jeff was getting ready to go, but there was no time for any shenanigans. We kissed, of course. My job consisted of tutoring some high school kids who had either failed their math courses or who needed some one-on-one tutoring to get them ready for their next course. Most were either Algebra 1 or Algebra 2 students. All of the tutoring was one on one, for 45 minutes. I had 8 students.
All of the students were well-behaved and treated me politely, except for one – a black boy, Lewis, who was going to be ineligible for sports if he didn’t pass his math class. He was about 6-4 and probably weighed 200 lbs. It was obvious from the beginning that he was more interested in flirting with me than he was in learning the difference in linear and quadratic functions. I’m not going to say that it was a turn-off and that I wasn’t flattered, but I had a job to do, so I did the best I could. By the end of the day, I was exhausted.
I got home before Daddy; I was too tired to cook anything, so I texted him and asked if it was okay to order pizza. He loves pizza, so he answered in the affirmative. I was shocked when he arrived with a six pack of beer – Dos Equis – probably the first time my Dad had ever brought beer home with him.
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