Milo’s movements became harder, more aggressive. Two finger dove inside me, pumping in and out while his thumb teased my swollen clit. For all of my fantasies, and enthusiasm, no one other than me had touched me like this before. I wanted it to be Milo, needed it to be him.
Just as he had found a steady pace, he stopped, pulling his fingers out of me. “Lena,” he whispered. He grabbed my hips, and brought his face mere centemeters from my wet, aching sex. “Lena, Lena, Lena…” His tongue flickered out, lightly caressing me.
“More,” I moaned. I was clutching at my breasts, squeezing them, and about to burst with need and longing. “More, Milo.”
My brother complied, his tongue picking up where his fingers had left off. “You taste so good, Lena.” He nibbled at my clit before sucking on it hard.
“Oh,” I whimpered, my toes curling. “Use your fingers too. Inside me, harder than before,” I instructed. I was close, I just needed a little more, a little rougher.
His calloused finger tips didn’t disappoint. He started with two, flexing them and stretching me. I cried out. “More!” I demanded. Milo slipped in a third, though it was a tight fit. His fingers where bigger than mine, felt so much more… Powerful.
While his tongue and teeth worked at my clit, his fingers curled up, finding my tender g-spot. Milo pressed up on it, rocking his fingers across the needy area.
My back arched, and a series of high pitched gasps escaped my mouth as I came. My hand dropped from my breast, and I let myself fall back against the concrete. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Fuckity-fuck fuck fuck.”
“Fuck is right,” Milo replied, his fingers slipping out of me.
I lay there, zoned out and drunk on my bliss. I wasn’t even aware of Milo fixing my bikini bottom to its original state. When I glance up, he had this blank look on his face. “We can’t do this again, Lena.”
“Milo-” I started. He cut me off.
“No, Lena, I’m serious. This is wrong. We can’t do anything sexual ever again. You’re my sister.”
Tears burned behind my eyes. Why would the universe let me taste something so perfect and sweet only to take it away?
Milo slogged away from me, exiting the pool. Water dripped from his trunks causing them to sag. He grabbed a towel, and without another look at me, went in the house.
“Fuck.”
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