Soon, she’s pushing my pointer finger in, too, then her own. Now four fingers are buried inside her ass: two of mine, two of hers. She’s panting and biting her cheeks, definitely feeling very full.
But she’s not done. She starts to push her ring finger in, but partway up she curses and pulls it out again. Her other hand reaches down and rips the engagement ring off her finger, then chucks it across the room. It clanks against the floor.
I guess I’m so used to seeing that promise attached to her finger that it didn’t even register that she was still wearing it. And, to be fair, I am rather distracted. This is not the kind of thing that I’ve ever done before.
She shoves her empty ring finger up her ass, and violates herself with all three of her fingers and two of mine. Jesus, at this point, her backside doesn’t even resemble anything that I’d associate with a rectum. It’s stretched around five logs, her hole contorted from a round dimple to a fat stack.
“Holy shit.” She’s sitting upright and staring down at her mangled backdoor. “This is so wrong.” But her voice is husky, flat out oozing sex.
She really does love this. Ha! Actually, thinking back to the party, Brooke was wanking herself off with pretty much her whole fist up her vagina. I mean, if there’s one thing I know about my sister now, it’s that Brooke loves to be gaped.
I wiggle my fingers around inside of her. The tips graze across slick walls, and I hear Brooke gasp. She wiggles her fingers next to mine. Then, in what is probably the weirdest thing that’s ever happened in my entire life, my sister wraps her fingers around mine and locks them together. Something akin to a pinky promise. Haha! Oh wow.
Brooke stares dreamily down at her ass, and I can’t help but chuckle.
“What?” She asks me. As if she doesn’t know.
I shake my head. It’s too ridiculous. I mean, me and my sister are holding hands in her ass. This…this is one of those things you take to your grave.
My sister shakes her head. “Mason, it’s just us.”
Her words give me pause. She’s taking this ridiculous situation so seriously. Her fingertips brush across my own, yes, up her ass. And as much as that makes me want to laugh out of embarrassment, isn’t it more embarrassing for her?
It’s hard to explain, but there’s an uncomfortable eroticism in the awkwardness of this exchange. And I think she’s reveling in that–her naked vulnerability here, taking things past normal. I can’t tell if she’s engaged in the debauchery and humiliation of it, or if she’s clinging to the trust and connection of it. Perhaps it’s all of the above.
It’s not like we’re in the passionate throes of it, and this just happened to occur. Nah, she’s just sitting there, right in front of me, and we’re gaping her body together, staring at each other’s faces and sexes.
Weird or not, one thing’s for sure: She loves this.
I’ll do it for her.
I pull my hand out to the first knuckle and slam it back inside. It catches her off guard so much that she yelps, and her eyes go wide.
“You like that?”
There’s a trace of a smile on her shocked face. She nods almost imperceptibly, but I catch it.
I pull out and slam my hand into her ass again. Her tits and ass shake. Brooke throws her head back and opens her mouth in a silent scream. I slam into her again and again. Her hand follows with mine, wholly in tandem, getting into a rhythm as we both gape and pound her over-filled asshole.
I watch in real time as her clitoris engorges as it fills blood. It swells out of her bush like a creeping red micro-cock. She tries to reach down to rub it, but I pull her hand away. Fuck that. I want to watch.
Pound her ass. Watch her body shake. Her pseudo-cock shudders. Pound her ass. Pound her ass. Pound her–
Brooke wraps her heels around my bare ass, and in the smoothest goddamn move that I’ve ever seen, she rips both our hands out of her ass, but she does this just as she pulls my waist into her with her heels. There’s a brief moment where I’m awarded with the sight of her gaped asshole, just before my hips slam into her crack.
She holds me there. I notice her hand is reaching down between our union. Her fingers are wrapped around the base of my cock. There’s a funny sensation rubbing along the middle of my shaft.
Her other hand reaches up, holds the back of my neck. And Oh Dear God! That coy expression on her face. My nasty Bambi begs for love, real love and debasement. Her legs wrap me tightly. Her nose scrunches; her freckles wrinkle; she exhales such heady breath.
And when I glance down, I see Brooke’s hand pull out from between our smooshed up hips, and it’s only then that I realize that she was guiding my cock–her move caught me so off guard that I didn’t even realize what she was doing.
My dick is someplace fiery hot, engulfed in a cavern of pure heat and moisture. For a moment, I wonder if it’s her vagina, but no, this place is far too loose to be that.
I feel a fleshy ring kiss around the base of my shaft–just a sly tentative touch at first, and then it clenches tighter and tighter, like a vice ratcheting in. It hits me: That’s her asshole. It was gaped, and now it’s resizing, shrinking back down, except now my flaccid cock is plugging it.
Holy shit. My cock is buried in Brooke’s ass.
“Ah, now you get it.” Brooke bops me on the nose. “I was thinking about the way your dick swelled when I put it down my panties. And, well, isn’t an asshole the same thing?”
Oh my God. Oh my God. My sister is using her asshole like a cock ring. “Just where is your mind?”
She clenches like that’s her answer. Holy Hell, her sphincter wraps my cock so tightly that I’m worried she’s going to pinch it off–how to explain an ass sheared cock to the doc?
I throw my head back. “Brooke!”
“Mmmhmmm.” She’s biting her lip, slowly bucking her hips. Her hole clenches then relaxes, tugging and sliding my limp noodle along for the ride, just slathering her butt all up and down my sensitive base.
Oh, and the heat. Depths below, it’s a furnace. As she moves, the head of my cock flails around and slaps into the fiery walls of the cavity inside of her.
But that’s not what really gets me. As fucked up as it is, it’s her hand that does it, the one that’s clinging to the back of my neck. Her fingernails tickle scratch through my hair. Her eyes are locked on mine–iries so dark, they merge into her pupils, a void to hide away in.
I just feel so damn safe and loved right now.
Also, that’s the same hand she had up her ass.
There’s a spurt of blood through my veins. It’s like that time that I poked my finger into a bottle top and got it stuck there. The blood flows in and just absolutely balloons it up in there. Oh God, yes, thank you! My cock is swelling. It really is. It’s a long balloon inflating inside Brooke’s cave, and she pinches the end off on her sphincter to tie it off. She wanted this. This was her plan, she implied. She put a lot of thought into this, she said.
Her mouth sucks my nipple. Ha. Nursing against me, a man, all while her ass swells my cock. Her tongue flicks and swirls. I love that.
Her hole is so hot that it might be Hell. And if it is, I’m perfectly fine roasting down there with her. The skin might even be scalding. Ha! What’s that smell? Oh, nothing much, just cooking a weiner up my sister’s bum.
Suddenly, she bucks. “Oh God!” Sis squeals.
“What?”
She huffs and puffs. “It worked. I thought it would, you know, after you got hard in my waistband.”
“What worked? Oh God!” I feel the head of my cock probe deep into the far side of her rectum. I don’t even know where it’s at exactly, but it feels amazing.
Most of all, my dick throbs. Blood rushes in, but she clenches her anus. Brooke won’t let it escape. Ha! My sister’s asshole, my de-facto cock ring.
The girth swells, and the head stretches.
It’s big enough now that I don’t think we’re in any danger. I draw my hips back, sliding my cock across the walls of her hole and then slowly, tenderly press it back in. This isn’t a nasty fucking. It’s a slow and sensual rhythm in and out of my sister’s ass. It grips and pooches.
“That’s it.” She nods along.
I kiss her.
She breaks away. “You know, I had a theory about your dong.”
“Oh?” This peaks my interest.
“Yeah,” she says, rocking her hips, bouncing her tits. “This confirms it. I think that all it needed was a safe place to ravage.”
Jesus. My blood vessels are swollen to the point that I think my dick is going to burst right out of its skin. The soft tissues are so engorged that it hurts every single time the base of my shaft flexes down to enter her deeper.
“Okay. Just hang out there a second.” Sis rolls over to reach for one of the bottles and the rag that she had on the nightstand. That contorts my dick mighty fierce, and I muffle a cry.
“Aw, did the wittle baby think his dick was going to break off?” Brooke asks.
“Is that–Is that a thing?”
She leans up and brushes her hand along my cheek. “I wouldn’t let that happen to you, Love.”
“Oh God. It is a thing.”
She just chuckles and shakes her head. With my dick still inside of her, she unscrews the cap off that bottle–a container of Isopropyl Alcohol–and shakes a couple of glugs onto the rag.
Brooke winces. “Okay, this might burn, but not half as bad as a vaginal infection.”
Do what now?
Her heels push me away from her. My engorged cock slips out of her ass, whips up, and slaps my stomach with the momentum of a freight train. Jesus.
Brooke sees it, too. She reaches down and prods her fingertip around the rim of the gape left in her asshole, like she’s in denial or something. “Fuck…”
She immediately pours more alcohol on the rag, guess she didn’t have enough the first time. Using two hands, she rubs the cloth up and down my cock, being very careful not to touch my ballsack.
Icy tingles. Sweet friction.
Frigid as it is, I see her face lean close, her tongue pokes out, and she licks the tip. Her tongue sharpens and prods into my urethra. Haaaa. Haaaa. Her warm heady breath rolls down my cock, simultaneously cooling the alcohol and warming my skin. The contrasting sensation is unreal, even still, all I can think is “Don’t put your mouth on that. That’s been in your ass, Brooke!”
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