by Nicole Snow
I shivered and pushed my way into the dark single room space. The center was dominated by an old iron bed that squeaked loudly despite the plush mattress.
Jack stepped in and I listened to the single lock click behind him. He switched on the dim lamp. Our shadows flew to the walls, tense and breathing just as heavily as our bodies.
“What do you want, Brother? What are you going to do to me?” My words sounded distant and distorted, unsettled by the powerful throb in my veins.
“First thing's first. Let's get you out of that pretty little dress. I've been wondering what's underneath it the whole night.”
He scooped me off the bed and clawed at my dress straps. I yelped, begging him to be careful, but I wasn't dealing with my careful and caring big brother anymore.
He'd become a wolf in man's clothing, tearing at my fabric as he shoved my neat dress to the floor. When I was down to my black bra and panties, he pushed me onto the mattress.
I fell and instantly sensed his weight on top of me, wedged between my legs, heavy and pointed with desire.
We stared at each other, panting lightly, brother and sister about to become lovers. Or maybe soul mates, if his eyes were any indication.
I want to devour you, they seemed to say. Spread your legs and give up all your virgin treasure, little Sis.
“I hope you didn't expect this to be all soft kisses and caresses. That isn't real sex, Stacey,” he growled, reaching behind me to unhook my bra.
“Real sex is like a storm. And now, you're gonna make way for Hurricane Jack. I'm going to whip you against this mattress and flood my way inside you. And you're going to like it because you agreed to give me anything.”
I moaned. Just what the hell had I gotten myself into?
My bra popped off in a single flick of his hands. He threw it over his shoulder and started to massage my nipples, planting his hands hard on my breasts and letting the pinkish tips rise between the gaps in his fingers.
And his fingers tightened, drawing closer together, pinching me until a dozen carnal waves tore through my system.
I arched my back and felt my breath hit a wall in my throat. I flushed like never before, pushing deeper into his hands.
The animal beginning to ravish me was frightening, but too damned fascinating to stop.
“Does it feel good, little Sis? I'm a lucky man to be the first to sample your beautiful breasts.” He paused, brushing his tongue between my cleavage in a long, slippery twist. “But you're the luckiest one here.”
Typical Jack. Confident, brusk, and impossible to stop.
I moaned, more loudly than before. Shame peppered my face. I still wasn't used to myself as a sexual being, naked and exposed to such a gorgeous man.
But big brother would bring me into the light. Stroke by stroke, his hands trailed my curves, widening my lustful horizons until desire engulfed my girlish embarrassment.
He hooked his thumbs through my panties on both sides and pulled. The lace rippled off my legs, exposing my neat wet cleft to him.
Jack grunted, satisfied as he finally got a good look at my cherry pink center.
“What a shame to mess up this virgin perfection, Sis.” He slid his dominant right hand across my thigh, cupping my mound. “But how hot it's going to be when you're dripping with my come...”
He squeezed, skillfully pushing his middle finger into my clit.
Sparks shot up my spine like a roman candle with the world's shortest fuse. I whimpered, but he didn't slow, working his long finger deeper into my folds.
“Jack! Oh, Jesus! What are you doing to me, Brother?”
“Taking your sweet little body for a test drive, little Sis. Come on, I know you can do a lot better than this. Let go and show me how sweet you come.”
He dropped to his knees, aggressively zigzagging kisses on both my thighs. My brother's face ascended, drawn to the sweet musk in my center, the same place he kept massaging with rising fury.
I knew all about oral sex. Or I thought I did.
But the minute Jack's first lick slid between my lower lips, I realized I didn't truly know anything at all. I only began to know as his tongue wound tight laps across my folds, as he pursed his tip into a hard wedge to replace his strong finger on my clit.
I bucked at him, closing my thighs against his head. His powerful hands reached to my sides and he split me apart, holding me open so he could have his way.
Then, that evil, sugary tongue went into overdrive. His mouth moved in ways I never imagined, diving and looping, sucking and nipping, rotating through his incredible range of motion so fast I gushed, drunkenly humping his chin.
“Oh, Brother! You can't keep doing this to me,” I moaned, afraid to surrender the last little bit of control I had left to the beautiful chaos of climax.
“I will, little Sis. Don't you fucking tell me what I can and can't do. I'm showing you exactly what you want, better than you know yourself.” He looked up, fire in his eyes.
I panted. He dove into me again, licking and biting more furiously before. His teeth found the softness surrounding my clit and held it there, forcing my body to settle as I rode his tongue.
He struck my sweet flesh over and over, mouth moving like a chariot, leaving a whirlwind of pleasure in his wake. Tongue and lips undulated like wildfire.
My sensitive flesh exploded with electricity, sending the lightning into all my muscles. They coiled, sputtered, and fell apart, clenching in time to my new shrill screams.
I came in his mouth – harder than anything I'd ever done to myself. Through the pleasure wracking my body, I wondered how I didn't smother him, pressing my spasming thighs into his grip and humping his mouth like a horny dog.
He held me steady, never breaking his brush strokes. The fire rose from his mouth, straight through my middle, splitting me apart and throwing both pieces on ecstasy's altar.
All my senses blurred. Soft, white, black, and fuzzy stars swelled around me, strangely silent as they shined their light, every ray carrying a new energy that totally possessed my nerves.
I couldn't feel his tongue anymore. I blacked out.
The hungry darkness reigned for what felt like hours, but it was probably just a few seconds. When I looked up, he'd risen between my legs, quickly tugging off his jacket and working the buttons away on his shirt.
“Finish undressing me,” he commanded.
I rose uneasily, steadying myself with palms flattened on his thighs. Even beneath his pants, I sensed the raw heat, the fire pouring through his blood.
And I was the one who started it. Happy notes soared inside me.
If I'd done anything less than arouse him as a naked virgin, it would've been an incredible failure. Yes, I'd done my job well, and gained his validation as a reward.
Not so fast. Your ultimate validation won't come until he's buried deep inside you, fucking you into submission.
Shakily, I worked away the clasp on his pants and carefully took down his zipper. Jack smiled and nodded, urging me to push his pants to his knees.
He finished from there, kicking them off, shoving the bulge in his boxers toward my face. My eyes focused on that hard lump and the tiny damp spot at upper edge.
“Go ahead, little Sis. Pull it out. Play with it. Suck it. This is your night explore this body you've been admiring to your little heart's content.”
I smiled. Confidence swelling, I pushed his boxers down. His cock nearly hit me as it sprang out, a powerful root as thick as a branch, drooling its pearly emission to the floor.
I reached out and caught it in my fingers. The translucent liquid smelled earthy, and rubbed against me as slick as mud.
“You see what you're doing to me?” He asked, his voice low. Jack reached to the side of my head and caressed my cheek, moving stray hair behind my ear.
“Go on,” he urged again.
I wasn't one to disobey. The deal we'd struck echoed in my head again. For him, I had to do anything he wanted.
I only hoped I'
Slowly, I grabbed him by the base and began stroking, marveling at the hot thickness in my hand. The skin slid easily behind his head and to its edge again, like a slow moving wave.
Brother rolled his head and groaned. He took a step forward, pushing his erection toward my face.
Do people really enjoy the taste of oral sex? Guess there's only one way to find out.
I grabbed him at the root and pushed my virgin lips over his head. He sucked in a sharp breath and gradually released it.
His lungs hummed with guttural bliss as I forced my mouth deeper. I couldn't even reach halfway down his shaft, but it didn't seem to matter.
As soon as I began to pump him with my mouth, exploring his contours with my tongue, Jack closed his eyes. He thrust gently into my mouth, resting his big hands on the back of my head for support.
“And to think this is the little mouth that teased, begged, and praised me since I was a kid. Fuck!”
His cock ballooned. For a second, I feared he'd burst, but it was much too soon for that.
He pulled out, his huge chest rising in brisk, shallow waves. His smile darkened, hungry and hot, as if it were merely painted on his hard face, beneath the burning diamonds in his eyes.
“Lay down and spread your legs. It's time for the encore, Sis.”
I sucked my bottom lip. I turned, pumping him one last time, and positioned myself on the mattress. It wasn't as lumpy and uneven as it looked.
The bed creaked loudly, and then louder still as he joined me. Our combined weight tormented the old iron, making the springs sing as he crawled between my legs.
I watched, awe struck and aching. Anticipation curdled my blood as he spread my thighs, fisting his cock and aiming it at my waiting slit.
I almost forgot about the imminent danger pointed right at me. His balls puckered in the cool night, drawing closer to his shaft.
A cold realization dawned on me and I screamed, pushing at his forearms.
“Wait, Brother! Aren't you going to put something on?” My breasts shook and I inhaled hard.
Christ. How could we have been so stupid?
“Like what?” He asked, folding his arms and staring at me like he was issuing a dare. “You mean a condom?”
“Yeah! I mean...shouldn't we do this nice and safe? Don't you have anything?”
The slow smile spreading across his face broke into a toothy grin. He lumbered forward another inch.
His cock hovered over my lower belly. New pre-come streamed onto my skin, landing between my navel and neat furry strip.
“Don't fucking kid me, Sis. I haven't used condoms since my Freshman year. Those worthless things take away all the pleasure. And I'm not gonna deprive either of us your very first time – or the next one.”
“I can't get pregnant!” I moaned. But deep inside me, a little voice spoke up, annoyed at the cowardly weakness in my words.
Is that what you really believe? If you don't want to get pregnant, then why are your nerve clusters going off like firecrackers when you feel his seed leaking onto your skin?
Why do you suck and clench like you're starving whenever you imagine him erupting inside you?
I moaned, confused and empty, devoid of all answers. Jack steadied himself above me. He moved forward, until our flesh hooked together, resting his whole length against my drooling labia.
“You can, little Sis. We're too good looking siblings going crazy with love and desire. There's never been a better time to be pregnant. You believe in fate, don't you? Well, this is ours.”
I opened my mouth to blurt out more nonsense, but he laid his rigid forefinger in the middle.
“Shhh. You want to be with me forever? Then lay back and enjoy it. There's only one thing that can bring a couple together for good. And we both know that I'm going to give it to you tonight.”
I shivered, overcome with heat. His finger left my lip, trekked between my breasts, and stopped right at the place where his slick lubrication had landed.
“Right here, Stacey. I'm going to fill your womb until my balls are spent. You told me you'd do anything? Well, this is it. I'm not getting up from this bed until your pretty pink cunt is oozing out my seed.”
“Brother...Jack, I –“ The words died in my throat.
There was nothing left to say. He'd pinpointed my deepest, darkest, most taboo cravings better than I knew them myself.
He looked at me for a minute. When he saw I wouldn't – couldn't! – finish speaking, he grabbed his cock and pushed his way inside me.
I screamed. A thin membrane near the entrance popped, and my walls stretched harshly as his sizable flesh invaded me.
I worried about the pain. But relief came quickly, foaming behind the mild discomfort, switching sensitive nerves to happiness.
“Oh, Fuck!” His curse echoed off the ceiling, harsh as the creaking springs beneath me. “God, Sis, you're tighter and softer than anything I've ever felt. Tight enough to suck me dry...Sis, you feel so fucking good!”
He plowed into me, not stopping as I moaned and panted. The little sounds burbling up from my lips only spurred him on.
The whole bed shook violently as he quickened his thrusts. Big brother hammered me deep.
At first, I winced each time his large head scraped my cervix. But like everything else, my body got used to it, adjusting to his rough movements as perfect pleasure seized us both.
Now, sweet Nature was in command. She picked us up, threw us against one another like puppets, gushing and desperate for breath.
Big brother's huge cock slammed into me. He rutted harder as the seconds ticked by, splitting me apart, carving a unique place just for him inside my body.
My legs locked around his hips and rode with him. I squeezed my calves harder around him.
The extra pressure only sent new lightning crackling through my nerves. I reached up to caress his chest, now moist with sweat, running my fingers across the perfect slab pumping rhythmically above.
“You're right,” I moaned, dangerously close to coming.
He opened his eyes wide, too lost in his own lust to ask me what I meant.
“I do want it, Jack. Come inside me, big Brother. I want to feel your seed shooting deep. I want us to come together.”
I tightened my legs around him. His whole body swelled, and I couldn't tell if the rusty creak were really the springs beneath us or his bones turning to titanium.
His muscles became marble beneath my hands and feet. He tensed, straightened his neck, and his eyes pinched shut, as if he were in agony.
I recognized it a second before it hit. Big brother's body jerked once and he exploded.
He groaned, as though it took all his energy to expel the molten cream he pumped into me, an endless torrent potent with fire. His orgasm tripped mine.
I raised my hips, shoving his cock as deep as it would go. Screaming, we rocked together, surrendering as our muscles went wild.
The convulsions hit like cyclones, wet and livid, burning me to nothing. My womb puckered and slammed itself toward his flood, greedily drinking the life giving fluid.
White hot ecstasy raged in my head, so hot I thought it would melt my eyes. Nerves fired, creating vivid neon stars in my vision. Somewhere in the delirium, they became hook tailed sperm, his sperm surging into me, aggressive hunters on a one way mission to drive their way into my egg.
“Jack, Jack, Jack...”
I sputtered, barely conscious. Orgasm wouldn't let up for what seemed like forever, pinning us in place as it ran its course like a fever.
The bed snapped loudly. I awoke from my trance, staring up at his loving eyes, half-closed with spent bliss.
“Do you really think we did it?” I mused, opening my legs for him to pull away.
It's so empty without him there. God, I want him to fill me again already. A woman's body can never get enough when it's gone into full on breeding mode...
He laid next to me and didn't answer. His fingers cupped my shaking breasts like ripe fruits, playfully rolling my nipples.
“Yeah, fucking like this will do it,” he said finally. “I'm going to get you pregnant tonight, little Sis.”
I felt like a little girl, safe in his tight embrace. I'd certainly been filled with a girl's wonder, charmed by the thought of his essence transforming my body, making us a permanent treasure.
“But what happens then?”
“We'll figure all that out later. This is a whole lot more than a hookup or a date, Sis. This is the start of a whole new life for us. And our baby is gonna bind it like brick and mortar.”
I trembled. Powerful flashes of the future came. I was awake, but dreaming, imagining myself pregnant with a second child as our first beautiful infant suckled in my arms.
Holy shit. This is a one way trip, isn't it?
The finality came, sharp and suffocating. I almost passed out, but his hand sliding across my ass pulled me from the depths.
“What now?” I moaned, the only question I could ask, even though I knew the answer.
Smiling, Jack spread me like a toy and got on top of me. He answered by pushing through the primal wetness, burrowing deep inside me again.
III: Big Plans
“You sure you really want to do this, Stacey?” Mom's eyes shone brighter than I'd ever seen, sadness and excitement held in two orbs.
“I've made up my mind. Getting off the farm for awhile is what I need to jumpstart my life. Don't worry,” I said, reaching for her hand. “We'll both come to visit as often as we can.”
The screen door rocked on its hinges behind us. The chill autumn currents blew in across the plains, rapidly turning the Dakotas into the world's biggest freezer.
“Last chance to back out,” she offered. “Living in the oil fields is rough.”
“I know all about it, Mom. You've heard the same stories Jack's told me. But I'm ready.”
I grinned and shook my head. I wanted to reassure her again about coming to visit, but a second white lie would make me bitter with guilt.
We'd visit, alright. Jack and I had talked about that.
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