“See? I knew you could do it.”
I grinned as I felt his cock tightly packing my cunt. It was all the way in, and it felt so fucking good.
“Fuck me,” I said. “Fuck me hard, brother.”
He smiled again as his hips began to move slowly, sliding his cock out of me in one long smooth stroke. I sighed with delight, and then moaned when I felt him reverse direction and press back into me.
My juices were flowing, and I coated his latex-covered erection with lubrication, making his thrusts easier. He began his rhythm, fucking into me with smooth, long strokes, filling my cunt over and over.
He still held my legs back, and I lay there spread wide, accepting his cock into my body. My delicate inner walls stretched snugly around his thick girth, and my inner labia kissed the base of his cock each time he thrust completely into me.
“Yesss, Sean,” I breathed, “That’s it. It feels so good, baby.”
He continued to roll his hips, pistoning his well-oiled shaft in and out of my tight core. I could feel my orgasm rising once again, and I knew that this time I wouldn’t be denied.
“Fuck me baby,” I whispered, “Just like that.”
Our breaths were quickening, like twin locomotives barreling down the track, unable to stop. I groaned loudly with each exhale, matching the pace of his thrusting cock. I could feel myself floating away on a cloud of ecstasy, as I clung tightly to my brother’s body.
From the sound of his breathing, he was right there with me, approaching the edge of no return. His body began to slap against mine, his pace quickening along with our rising passion.
The pleasure inside of me begin to tighten into a ball, like a coiled watch spring being wound too tight. It was only a matter of seconds before that gathering energy would be released, exploding into my climax.
My fingernails dug into his shoulders as I searched for anything to hold onto.
“Yes,” I moaned, “I’m right there, Sean. Right there.”
Suddenly, his body locked as his orgasm overwhelmed him. I felt his cock swell inside of me before pulsing warmly, spewing his seed into the condom.
He growled loudly in my ear, as his body pinned me to the mattress, his muscles straining in climax.
My pussy spasmed, and it set off a chain reaction, my orgasm blasting through me like an explosion. I cried out loudly as my body thrashed and convulsed, and my cunt gripped his cock in quick, tight jerks. I had never before had anything like this inside of me when I came, and the sensation was wonderful – a tight, clasping fullness that left me feeling completely sated.
I held tightly to him as my climax ebbed, and he relaxed down on top of me as his cock slipped wetly from my sopping pussy. We lay like that for a long time, catching our breaths and enjoying each other’s warmth.
Finally, he lifted his head and smiled down at me.
“I never would have guessed it would be like this with you, Kim.”
I grinned back. “So, I’m not a pest anymore?”
“I guess not. We’ll have to figure out some way to break the news to Olivia, but I think she’s going to be ok with it.”
“I’ll be happy with every other day.”
He chuckled. “Oh, you will, will you?”
“Yeah. I think that’s fair. After all, she’s had you to herself for five years.”
He laughed again. “You have a point.”
“How many condoms do you have in there?”
“Enough, why?”
I slid my legs around him, gripping him tighter, feeling his half-hard cock press against the outside of my pussy.
“Because, we’re going to need a couple more before the afternoon is over.”
# # #
Taboo in the Snow
Because of the heavy snow falling, the deer didn’t appear in my headlights until the last second, and without thinking, I hit the brakes and yanked the steering wheel to the right, sending the SUV into a spin on the ice-covered road. We seemed to move in slow motion as the vehicle made a complete revolution, and then another, before it plowed through the snow embankment and slid down the hillside, coming to a stop thirty feet later, below the level of the road.
I heard my brother’s head clunk off the passenger-side window, which he had been sleeping against.
“Ow!” he said, opening his eyes and rubbing his head. He looked around with a confused expression. “Amy, what the hell happened?”
I grimaced. “I’m sorry, Lucas! There was a deer in the road, and I tried to avoid it.”
“Are you okay?” he asked, still rubbing his head.
“Yeah, are you?”
“I think so.” He removed his hand from his head and looked at it in the faint light. “I’m not bleeding.”
“I’m so sorry, let me check.” I turned on the dome light, unbuckled my seatbelt, and slid across the seat, which was tilted slightly towards him because of the angle the SUV sat at. As I pressed against him, I reached around to the other side of his head, feeling for the lump. When I touched it, he winced, but I turned his head toward the light and brushed his hair away. There was a small red mark at the top of the lump, but no blood. I breathed a sigh of relief.
“You’re not cut,” I said, and let his head go. He turned to me, and our faces were inches apart, and I realized my full breasts were pressed against his chest. A look came over his face, and I was sure the same look was on mine. We were both remembering that day from sixteen years ago.
* * *
I went into my room, closed the door, collapsed on the bed, and finally let loose the tears I had been holding back. “Fine,” I had told my mother when she asked how my date had gone. I had even managed to keep a smile on my face as I said it. But now, alone, I didn’t have to pretend any more, and I sobbed silently into my pillow.
Earlier in the evening, as I got ready for my date with Bobby, a thrill of anticipation had run through me. Tonight was going to be the night I would surprise him and offer my virginity. It was going to be perfect, I just knew it.
But it hadn’t been perfect, and everything had gone wrong. And now here I was, still a virgin and probably without a boyfriend, after the things I had said to Bobby in frustration. I cried harder.
A soft knock on my door interrupted my thoughts. I sat up, wiped my eyes, and stopped my sniffles, thinking it was Mom coming to talk to me. “Yes?”
“Hey, Amy,” came from the other side of the door. It was my brother, Lucas, who was a senior and two years older than me.
“What do you want?” I asked.
“Can I talk to you?”
“Now’s not a good time.”
“Please? Just for a minute.”
I wiped my eyes again, and then sat up against my headboard. “Okay.”
The door opened and my brother came in. He was one of the most popular kids in school, and it was easy to see why. Tall and handsome with dark hair, he was not only the football team’s quarterback, he also played basketball for the school. Dressed in only flannel pajama bottoms, his body was fit and lean, and my eyes traveled over his muscular form. There was a long line of girls who wanted to date him, while I, on the other hand, was just a plain Jane who no one paid attention to.
Lucas walked to the bed and sat on the edge, turning to face me. “How’s it going, bug?”
I smiled at his nickname for me, and said, “Fine.”
“You don’t sound fine. Were my ears playing tricks on me, or did I hear you crying in here?”
I grimaced. “You heard that?”
“Yeah. Want to talk about it?”
“Not really.”
“Did Bobby try something with you on your date? Is that what this is about? If so, I could set him straight for you.”
I shook my head dejectedly. “No, that’s not it.” After a pause I added, “Just the opposite, actually.”
He gave me a curious look. “What do you mean?”
“I’d rather not talk about it.”
“Amy, come on. Save your
secrets for Mom. You know you can tell me anything.”
I looked at him. He was right. We didn’t have secrets. Ever since we had become step-siblings back when he was ten and I was eight, we had been close.
I took a deep breath. “Okay, but you can’t laugh.”
“I won’t, I promise.”
“Well, I planned on losing my virginity to Bobby tonight.”
His eyes opened wide in surprise. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.”
“Was he trying to talk you into it?”
I shook my head again. “No, it wasn’t like that. It was my idea all the way. I wanted to do it.”
He thought for a moment. “Sounds like it didn’t happen.”
“No, it didn’t. I tried, but...”
“But what?”
“He turned me down.” I felt the tears welling again, and bit my lower lip to hold them back.
Lucas looked at me. “What do you mean?”
“I mean he said no. We were in his car, and we were kissing, and I put my hand, you know, down there, and he was hard. So I told him I wanted him to make love to me.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said he couldn’t.”
“Did he say why?”
“Yeah, he said he made a pledge to save himself for marriage, but I know the real reason.”
“What’s the real reason?”
“Because I’m not pretty.”
He looked at me for a long moment. “Amy, that’s not true.”
“Of course it is.”
“Listen to me, you’re very pretty.”
“You’re just saying that because you’re my brother.”
He shook his head. “No. My friends are starting to notice you too.”
“What friends?”
“Just the other day, Josh told me you were turning into a hottie.”
I smiled. “He said that?”
“Yeah, and then I told him to keep his eyes off you or I’d break his nose.”
I giggled. “That’s sweet.”
“Amy, think back a few years ago. No girl wanted to go out with me either. But things change, you’ll see.”
“But why would Bobby turn me down like that?”
“Maybe he’s not ready for it.”
“But you were younger than him when you lost your virginity.”
“Every guy is different. But I promise you, it’s not because of your looks. Josh was right, you are a hottie.”
I grinned again. “You really think so?”
“I know so. In fact, if you weren’t my sister, I’d ask you out myself, even though you’re just a punk tenth-grader.”
I giggled. “Thanks.” Scooting forward quickly, I reached up to slide my arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. He seemed surprised, but after a moment I felt his arms encircle my waist, and his hands rest in the small of my back. I pressed my face against his bare chest, feeling his muscles beneath his smooth skin.
We stayed that way for a minute, just holding each other in our friendly hug. He smelled so good, and I felt safe in his strong arms. Part of me wished I could stay here forever.
I realized that this was the first time we had hugged like this since my breasts had grown over the past summer. I became aware of them pressing against his chest, and despite my efforts to prevent it, I felt my nipples stiffen against him. I wondered if he felt them, but he didn’t react.
He didn’t let me go either, and we continued to hold each other, longer than we ever had before. I shifted slightly, causing my erect nipples to slide across his chest, sending a shiver of pleasure through me. I thought about earlier in the evening, when Bobby had held me like this. His hand had tentatively cupped my breast, and pinched my nipple through my shirt and bra. My nipple strained hard as it remembered the sensation of being caressed, and desire welled up inside of me, not caring that it was now my brother pressed against me.
Lucas pulled back slightly to look down at me, and I turned my head up to him.
“So,” he said, “no more talk about you not being pretty, okay?”
“Okay,” I said, and smiled up at him. I realized I was where most of the girls in my school wanted to be – in Lucas Danfield’s arms. My hands tightened on his shoulders. “Thanks for everything,” I added.
“No problem. It’s what big brothers are for.” His lips were full and just inches from mine.
“Did you mean what you said?” I asked.
“About what?”
“That you would ask me out if you weren’t my brother?”
“Of course. You’re a beautiful girl.”
I smiled wide at his switch from pretty to beautiful. “And I would accept. Where would you take me?”
He smiled. “On our fictional date?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, let me see,” he said, giving it some thought. “I’d probably take you to a nice restaurant first, some place like Antonio’s.”
“Mm, that sounds nice. Then what?”
“Then I’d ask you if you wanted to go somewhere we could be alone.”
I gave him a fake shocked look. “What kind of girl do you think I am?”
He smiled. “From what I can tell, you’re a horny teenager. The best kind.”
I giggled. “That’s true. What would you do when you got me alone?”
“Well, first of all, I’d see what kind of kisser you were. You can tell a lot about a girl by how she kisses.”
“Is that so?”
“Yeah.” He stared down at me with half-closed eyes, and I felt a growing warmth between my legs, as if my insides were melting.
“So, if my kiss met your approval, then what?”
“Then I would explore your body with my hands, first through your clothes, and then if you let me, underneath them.”
I let out a soft sigh. “Do any girls not let you?”
“None so far.”
“What comes next?”
“Well, as I’m touching them, they usually start touching me. After that, we’re ready to move to the next level.”
It felt like I was floating away. “The next level?”
“Yeah, I’m sure you know what that is.”
“What I wanted from Bobby tonight?”
“Yeah.
“I wish I could do that.”
“You will.”
“But I was ready for it tonight. I was looking forward to it.”
I met my brother’s eyes, the invitation was obvious. Would he accept it?
He leaned down slightly, bringing our lips closer together. But he stopped, as if he couldn’t move those last few inches. So I tightened my arms and brought my lips up to his.
Our kiss was soft and gentle, at least at first, and we shared a breath as we held together. We parted, and our eyes met again, and it seemed like he was judging my reaction. When he saw I had no problem with it, he leaned in and kissed me again, harder this time, and I felt his tongue probing at my lips.
I welcomed it in, sucking at its exploring tip, as his arms pulled me tighter to him, pressing my breasts against the firm muscles of his chest. My tongue pressed forward, searching into his mouth, and he met it with his own, sliding together in a slick dance.
He shifted, and I felt his large hand cup my breast, caressing it gently as my nipple pressed against his palm. I groaned into his mouth, and he squeezed my breast more firmly. My pussy was soaked, and I ground my pelvis against his hip.
Suddenly, I felt the world turning as he pressed me back onto the bed, following me down, pinning me to the mattress with his weight. Keeping our kiss intact, he pinched my nipple between his fingers as I spread my legs and welcomed him between them. His hips settled down onto me, and I felt the hard lump of his erection press against my jean-covered mound. Another groan escaped my lips.
We continued to kiss as I slid my legs up around him, and the hard edge of his cock pressed along my slit, separated by four layers of clothing. It didn’t matter to my virginal pussy, w
hich spasmed from the contact and gushed wetly, preparing itself for my brother’s cock.
My brother’s cock. The words refused to sink in as we grappled on the bed. It was like I was in a surreal dream I didn’t want to wake up from. Part of my brain knew what we were doing was wrong, but another part didn’t care. I wanted to be fucked by my brother, and from all indications, he wanted the same. We would face reality when our desires were satisfied.
He began to move between my thighs, rocking his hips against me in an imitation of fucking. I tightened my legs and pressed my pussy up to him, knowing for certain he had to feel my slick wetness soaking through our clothes. I had never been this horny, and it felt like my lubrication was pouring from me, making everything slippery down there.
Lucas pulled up my T-shirt, tugged down my bra on one side, and suddenly my breast was exposed. But it was immediately covered by his mouth, as he sucked my nipple between his lips and began to nibble gently. I moaned loudly and moved one hand to the back of his head, lacing my fingers into his hair. Through it all we continued to rock together, dry humping as my legs tightly pinned him against me.
Keeping his mouth on my nipple, he reached down to slide a hand between us, and cupped my pussy through my pants.
“Yesss,” I hissed, which must have encouraged him, because he began to caress me through the heavy denim. I sighed and moaned as he touched sensitive spots, manipulating my tender flesh through the cloth. When he reached up and popped open the button, and began to tug my zipper down, my mind began to spin in anticipation. Was my brother really going to touch my pussy?
That question was answered a moment later, as he finished with my zipper and placed his hand on my bare stomach, nudging his fingertips under the elastic edge of my panties. Gaining entrance, he slid his hand downward, cupping my hair-covered mound in his warm, bare palm.
I closed my eyes and moaned from the pleasure, and my voice went up a notch when one of his fingers slid between my slick labia, caressing my inner folds. Then my eyes and mouth gaped wide and I croaked out a grunt when his fingertip found my clit, and rolled over it gently.
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