by Candy Quinn
He retook the reigns and began to piston in and out of her. His thumb continued its tantalizing and pleasurable movements, and the two feelings, on her outside and on her inside, coalesced; melded; became one.
She felt the spark within her like it was a trigger, or the wick of a stick of dynamite burning down, and moments later she exploded, crying out in pleasure.
“I’m coming!” she gasped as orgasm broke over her, washed her in bliss and bathed her in ecstasy. She squirmed and writhed and curled her toes, and her body was rigid with passion and sexual fervor.
Sara was driven through her orgasm as Nick continued to thrust powerfully in and out of her, and she never knew one could last so long. Pulses of pleasure radiated through her body, and just when she thought that it was beginning to ebb, a second climactic wave shook her to her core.
She shuddered and grimaced as the second orgasm beat down on her body with such intensity it was almost painful. Her canal clenched around her brother’s manhood in spasms, and she screamed out her bliss and joy and release.
And as she saw the backs of her two orgasms, as they faded out, she saw that Nick’s whole body was tensed, and she saw that he was on the verge. She impaled herself on him, ignoring her own hypersensitivity, and she saw the in his face that he didn’t want to finish inside her.
“Come inside me,” she commanded him, holding his mouth in between her finger and thumb and kissing him feverishly, and biting his lip cruelly. “Come inside me, Nick!” She rode him wildly, and saw that he couldn’t hold on any longer.
His stomach crunched, the veins sprung to life over his entire body, and she felt his shaft grow even thicker. It twitched one, then twice, and she watched as her brother climaxed, as he let out a long and loud groan, and as his body shuddered and jolted again and again, firing shot after shot of his hot seed inside her.
“Jesus,” he moaned, shaking his head. “Oh, fuck that felt good.”
“It did,” Sara agreed, slowing down her riding to a stop, and laying her head down beside her brother’s. She was panting and heaving and her body was glistening. “It felt so good to have you come inside me.”
“Oh, Sara, we shouldn’t have done that,” he said between breaths. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tightly as he said it.
“Why not?” she asked quickly, looking at him. “Why not?”
“It’s dangerous,” he replied.
“I don’t care,” she argued defiantly, kissing him fiercely on the lips. “I’m on the pill anyway. I needed you to come inside me. I needed that.” Sara said it and was instantly sure that it was the truth. She had needed it. The two had connected in a way she never dreamed she would ever be able to, and she had to have seen it through right to the very end.
The only end.
“I know,” Nick replied softly. “For me, too. I hope you felt good, Sara.”
“I felt so good,” she answered truthfully. “So, so, so good.” She lay down on his shoulder, and kissed his cheek, and was acutely aware that her brother’s shaft was not softening inside her.
“Sara?”
“Yeah,” she breathed.
“Will you stay for a few days more? I think it’s obvious there is lots we need to talk about.”
“I will stay,” she said. “But we’ll need to do more than talk, I think.”
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Brobeck Pool Party
By Cheri Verset
I felt like an adult at last! I mean, I was an adult – I had turned 18 a few weeks ago – but it was the first time my parents were treating me like a grown-up. I desperately needed this. Since they were gone for the weekend, leaving the house to me and my stepbrother, I had to show that I could act like a responsible adult.
They didn’t want me to go to college in California like I wanted, so I figured that if I proved to them that I could be trusted they might rethink their position. This meant that even though the weather was gorgeous this weekend and that we had a big in-ground swimming pool, I would throw no parties.
It was a great start too. On Friday night I studied until I fell asleep and my plan for Saturday was to lounge by the pool and work on my tan. After all, if I was to move to California I should look like a California girl. My brother Drake was at his girlfriend’s all day and I was confident there would be no shenanigans.
At least there weren’t until five o’clock.
“Hey, sis! I expected a party or an orgy or something. You know how the Brobeck family always throws the best pool parties. It’s tradition.”
I looked over my shoulder with annoyance. Drake was coming out of the house with a beach bag. Behind him was his girlfriend Kara. She was my age but I didn’t know her that well since she went to another school across town. She was wearing jeans shorts over her bikini and her hair was in a loose bun.
“Hey, Suzette,” she said.
“Hey, Kara. And you,” I said to my brother, my finger pointing in accusation. “You know about my no-hijinks policy.”
“Yeah yeah yeah… No party, no fun. I thought Kara and me could hang out here tonight. But I came bearing gifts.” From his beach bag he pulled out a bottle of tequila. “Will margaritas buy the peace?”
He was such a goof that it was hard to refuse him anything.
“Okay but nobody’s throwing toilet paper in the trees or filling the pool with suds.”
We all started laughing. I wasn’t a complete buzzkill. Besides, Drake had always been nice to me, ever since our parents married when I was in kindergarten. He was a year older but he was so smart that he was already skipping ahead in college. This summer he was interning at Throckmorton International Solutions, one of the hottest tech startups around.
“Why don’t you guys go splash around in the water while I make the drinks?”
“Good idea,” Kara said. “It’s so hot today.”
Drake went back into the house and his girlfriend slithered out of her daisy dukes and flip-flops. She untied her hair and I was spellbound as I watched her wading down the steps into the pool.
She was barely five feet tall and had the tiniest frame. Her butt was probably too small for the palm of my hand and the same could be said of her breasts. And she had a cute face which looked angelic but I couldn’t help wondering if it was hiding a naughtier nature. Her string bikini was striped and didn’t cover much, unlike mine which was blue and built for comfort.
“Oh! The water’s cool but it’s so refreshing.”
I decided to join her. At this time, the sun was going down anyway and there was no point lounging in the sun. I went completely underwater to slick my brown hair back and then the both of us just swam sluggishly.
We talked about random stuff. I didn’t really know her so she told me about her family, what her parents did, how she wanted to go on to study architecture. She seemed like a nice, smart girl and I could see why my brother could fall for her.
“Man,” she said. “I wish I’d grown-up in a house like this, with this kind of pool. I bet you don’t have trouble getting guys to come party with you here, uh?”
“No, I’m not like that.”
“You don’t like guys?” she asked, confused.
“No, I mean I don’t party much.”
“What are you talking about? If I had a body like yours, Suzette, I’d have a different guy here every night. Hell, maybe two at a time!”
I shrugged. “Not really my style.”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No, but I guess I’m a homebody.”
“Oh cool. And sorry if it felt like I was prying.”
“It’s okay,” I said. “Now I get to punish you.”
She frowned and I took the opportunity to send water splashing into her face. She defended herself by doing the same to me. It was fun, it had been an
eternity since I’d acted like a kid.
“Now now, girls!” Drake said as he came out of the house, his arms full of bar supplies. “Don’t go having too much fun.”
“What’s this? Where are the drinks?”
“Yeah, we’re thirsty over here!”
He put everything on the table and took off his shirt, revealing the rippling muscles he’d earned from working out every day since he hit puberty.
“I thought I’d make the drinks out here. Okay, the truth is I don’t know the recipe for margaritas and figured you guys would know.”
We laughed while he plugged in the blender and then we spitballed general recipe ideas until he threw in equal measures of ice, tequila, and margarita mix. He poured three drinks into red cups and we swam to the coping to get ours.
Over the next hour we simply relaxed. We talked and drank. My brother came down for a swim and went to prepare another round of drinks. While he climbed out of the water, he tossed a beach ball and some pool noodles so we would have something to throw at each other.
I didn’t have many friends, real friends. It was bittersweet that in a few months I would go to college and I’d have to start from scratch all over again. In the meantime I enjoyed myself, swimming and fooling around with Kara.
We could be as loud as we wanted because the house to the right had been foreclosed and the one to the left was empty, the owners having left with our parents for their golf weekend. There was a protected forest behind. We had music going softly, life was good.
“Okay, guys!” Drake said as he walked around the pool with his drink. “New game. Battle of the Babes: whoever gets the other’s top off is the winner.”
Kara flopped excitedly in the water. “What do we win?”
“I don’t know, winner gets an extra shot of tequila. It’s not about the prize, it’s about the thrill of victory!”
“I’m game!”
The two of them turned toward me and I shook my head.
“I don’t know, it’s not my type of game.”
Sure, I played Spin the Bottle or Seven Minutes in Heaven but I wasn’t in the habit of getting naked in front of people, especially my brother.
Kara’s eyes narrowed and she gazed at me mischievously. “You’d better play because I’m going for it. I’m gonna get your top off whether you try to fight me off or not.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Watch me.”
And with that, she lurched forward, reaching to grab me. My heart beating rapidly, I threw myself sideways to dodge her. All the while, Drake, who was now on the diving board, was still sipping his drink and looking at us with a big smile on his face.
Kara swam toward me, her feet kicking water high. I weighed my options while I swam away but for such a small girl she was fast! Her hand was on my ankle and I dove underwater.
I turned 90 degrees in an evasive maneuver and broke the surface again, catching my breath. I had to go on the offensive if I was to stand a chance against her. That’s when I realized I was having fun after all.
When she expected it the least, I sprang toward her and made a play for her bikini top. She yelped in surprise and swept my arms away as she turned to escape.
I gave her chase and this time it was my turn to grab her ankle. Once my grip was solid, I pulled her with me underwater to disorient her. However, I should have known there was a reason why this was so easy. It was a ploy.
She had a mermaid’s breath-hold and while I was alarmingly running out of air she was still in control. She even smiled at me, knowing she had me beat. I kicked to the surface and it was the opportunity she needed to reach up and unsnap my top.
I was in panic mode, struggling to catch my breath and trying to beat her back. In all my flailing all I was able to achieve was help her slide the bikini off my shoulders.
“Yeah, I win!” she shouted victoriously once we both broke the surface for good.
I was mad from losing but also conscious that I was topless. I awkwardly swam to the shallow end so I could cover my chest with my arms.
“Good job, baby. Come and claim your tequila.”
She went to the diving board and tilted her head up. My brother got the tequila bottle and poured a sizable shot straight into her waiting mouth.
“Wooo!”
The both of them were laughing and I suppose I would have been just like them if I hadn’t been half naked.
“Can I have my top back, please?”
“Uh-huh, no way. I won it fair and square.”
“Come on, Kara. It’s not funny anymore.”
“It’s not funny but it’s more fun.”
She laughed again.
“Kara…”
My whining got to her and she turned toward me, serious this time.
“I tell you what, I’ll release my chest puppies too so you’re not alone.”
Before I could tell her that it wasn’t the point, she was untying her top. She lifted it up above her head and then threw it on the patio where it landed with a plop.
“I love when you’re being crazy, baby.”
“Yeah?” she said, rising out of the water long enough for my brother and me to see her breasts. “I wish you could play too.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” he said smugly. “I’m already topless.”
“Nice try, buster. You have to remove something else if you wanna play with us ladies.”
“But that would mean…”
“Oh yes, show us the goodies!”
“Kara, my sister is right there.”
“She’s a big girl, she can handle it.”
I had to speak up. “Guys, I don’t know about this. It’s gone pretty far already…”
Kara swam back toward me. “It’s okay. We’re just having fun, remember?” She looked at Drake. “Do it!”
With a wicked grin, he downed the last of his drink and threw the cup away. What happened next occurred in less than a second. He removed his swim trunks and jumped sideways into the water. It went down so fast that I actually didn’t see his junk.
“Woohoo! Now it’s a party!”
Drake laughed as he sputtered to the surface. “I told you that the Brobeck family throws the best pool parties.”
Even though the pool light was on, it was difficult to make out my brother’s package through the water. I could have innocently gone under the surface to take a peek but that seemed desperate. Besides, they were already catching me looking though they didn’t say anything.
Kara swam closer and did a circle around me, her eyes inspecting me thoroughly.
“You have a nice body, you know that?”
“Thanks, I guess.”
“You guess? Man, I would kill to have boobs like yours. There’s so big and round and perfect.”
She was close enough that I could feel her body heat in spite of the cold water. Her face was only inches away from mine.
“You’re beautiful too,” I said, thinking that I had to say something nice to her in return.
“You really think so?”
She was small and delicate and from what I’d seen her breasts were about a handful and really perky. I nodded, she truly was gorgeous.
“That’s really nice, Suzette. It’s not every girl who’s willing to say that.”
“I’m honest that way.”
“Have you… Have you ever been with a girl?”
“I’m not a lesbian!” I shot back.
“Neither am I. But sometimes there’s something really cool about being with a girl. It’s all different sensations, different feelings, there’s nothing wrong with that, right? I do it sometimes, Drake knows about it.”
“Really?”
My brother nodded and he swam nearby, never staying in place.
“So Suzette, have you ever been with a girl?”
“I…” Was I genuinely about to divulge his secret? The margaritas had to be getting to me. “Yes.”
“For real?! That’s so awesome!”
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nbsp; “I didn’t do much though, mostly just kissing.”
Kara leaned closer and smirked. “That’s almost the best part. Almost.”
I was keenly aware of her body heat again. I wondered how much of that was my own heat as I became inexplicably aroused despite the weird and inappropriate situation.
“Why don’t you guys make out for me?” Drake said.
Although he was chuckling, I knew he was serious. He sounded like the guy in those Girls Gone Wild videos.
“Eeeww! I’m your sister.”
“Two girls making out is hot, doesn’t matter who it is.”
“He’s right, you know. Come on, it’ll be fun.”
Kara pulled me to her and again her face was right in front of mine. I felt her breath on my mouth. As she looked into my eyes, she moved in and kissed me. I was shocked, mostly by the fact that I wasn’t pushing her away.
“Yeah, keep doing it…” Drake said, his tone more sober now.
I took that as a challenge and I kissed Kara back, my mouth moving against hers. She parted her lips and gave me tongue. It was getting serious now and I wasn’t sure I wanted to go on, conscious that my brother was staring at us.
But it was so good! She tasted like sweet lime and her hands pressed on my waist, giving me a whole array of sensations. Passion took over and I kissed her back fiercely, touching her face and neck for maximum impact.
We were both breathless when we parted and silently we kicked toward the shallow area so we could rest. Kara was smiling broadly, obviously happy at the turn of events.
“You’re a good kisser. You should show Drake.”
I snorted. “That’s disgusting.”
“No it’s not. He’s hot, you’re hot, you’re both good kissers.”
“But he’s my brother.”
“Just your stepbrother.”
“Still,” I said as if this was the clearest of explanations.
“Are you, like, totally against family members having fun?”
“Not fun but… Wouldn’t that be incest?”
“So?”