“Yeah, I guess. It’s so confusing.” I rested the side of my face on his chest.
He reached up and gently combed his fingers through my hair while we thought in silence. Finally, he spoke.
“Too bad we don’t have a time machine to go back and make a different choice, huh?”
“Yeah,” I replied without lifting my head. My fingertips traced lightly over his chest. We were silent for another minute, and I became aware that I was unconsciously pressing my groin against his hip.
“Are you really saying that if you could do it over again, you would make love to me?” I asked.
“Yes, I would want that memory.”
“You want to remember what it’s like to make love to me?”
“Yes.”
“And I want to experience that part of you that Pam knows.”
My fingers trailed down onto his stomach, where his ab muscles twitched from the sensation.
“Then the solution is obvious.” I said.
“What solution?”
I turned my head to look up at the snowbank. “The flare is out. It’s now official, we’re spending the night here together.”
“How is that a solution?”
I turned my eyes to him. “We’re here, alone. If we use our imaginations, we can go back to that night together, and relive it.”
He stared at me. “But we aren’t those people anymore.”
“For tonight, we could be. Block it all out. No spouses, no families. Just you and me, back in my bed, picking up where we left off.”
He was quiet again, watching me in the dim light, looking like he needed a little more convincing.
“You can have the memory you want,” I said. “No commitment, and no strings. What happens between us will stay here. It will be just like it happened sixteen years ago. In the past and not affecting our marriages. I promise.”
He paused. “Are you saying you want to make love to me?”
“Yeah, I guess I am.”
He stared up at me in the darkness. I was expecting him to smile and pull me down for a kiss, but he said softly, “I’m sorry, I can’t.”
My heart fell. “Okay.” I turned and moved off of him, scooting away to break our contact and lie on my side, facing the side of the SUV. We lay like that for several minutes, not speaking.
“Amy,” he whispered, and reached over to rest his hand on my hip. I pulled away, and his hand dropped to the floor.
“Hey, don’t be like that,” he said, his voice soft.
“I just want to go to sleep,” I said.
After another silent pause he turned towards me, pressing against my back as his arm slid around my waist.
“Lucas, please don’t. Just forget I said anything. Please.”
Instead of doing what I asked, he began nuzzling into my neck. I stiffened. Then his hand slid up and cupped my breast.
“Stop it,” I said. “You don’t want this.”
“That’s not true,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. “I want it very much.”
“But you said you couldn’t.”
“That was the other me talking – the same one who stopped us sixteen years ago.” His fingers found my nipple and pinched it gently, causing it to swell to hardness and me to shiver.
“Maybe he’s right.”
“No, he’s just as wrong now as he was back then. I realized that if I don’t take this opportunity, I’ll have two moments in my life I regret. I’m sorry, Amy. I want you more than I’ve wanted anyone.”
He kissed up onto my jawline while at the same time pulling my shoulder back, causing me to lie flat. His lips found mine and suddenly we were kissing. I didn’t respond at first, but as I felt his tongue probe at my lips all of my resistance slipped away and I kissed him back, meeting his tongue with mine.
His fingers pinched my nipple harder, and I groaned into his mouth, slipping my arms up around his shoulders and holding myself to him. After a minute, he moved his hand down and under the bottom of my blouse, and then back up, cupping me through my lacy bra. Tugging it down, my breast popped free, and I moaned as his fingers danced over my sensitive flesh.
I reached to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it up, and suddenly we became busy disrobing each other. Our clothes seemed to melt away as his body came into view. I pulled down his pants and underwear together, and he finished it, pushing them down below his knees and kicking them off. His cock rose up hard and strong, jutting rigidly from his crotch, just as I remembered it.
He knelt between my legs and reached for my undone pants, pulling them down, along with my panties, over my thighs. I had a flashback to sixteen years ago, when he had stopped at this point, but this time my pants slid all the way off, and I let my knees fall apart in invitation, letting him see all of me for the first time.
He paused and took me in. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
I reached up and took his hand, pulling him down to me, feeling him settle between my thighs as we resumed our kiss. My stiff nipples brushed against his bare chest as the spongy head of his cock bumped against my thighs and mound.
I groaned softly as he found my entrance and nudged slightly into it. My fluids coated him, and our contact became slippery, his swollen head jostling between my inner labia.
He lifted his head and looked down at me, our eyes meeting. He smiled softly and said, “It’s going to hurt at first.”
I smiled back, recalling his same words from so many years ago. “I don’t care.” My legs slid up around him, my knees out as my feet rested on his ass. The action caused him to slide slightly into me.
“Oooh,” that feels nice, I whispered.
He looked at me with an expression of love. “Are you ready?”
I smiled and answered him by tightening my legs, pressing down with my feet, causing him to begin to sink into me. We both groaned, and his strength took over, flexing his hips as his cock began to open me wide.
“Oh god,” I moaned as my eyes rolled up and closed. “Yeah, that’s it.”
His muscles strained as he continued to force his cock into my tight core. Dave had a good-sized dick, but it was nothing like this, and I felt a mixture of pleasure and delicious pain as my inner walls were stretched beyond previous limits. He kept pushing, and his cock continued to slide tightly through my slick, grasping cunt, until finally he bottomed out. I felt impossibly full as my tight entrance stretched around his thick base, and my inner muscles rippled up and down his shaft. His cockhead pressed against my womb, and it felt like that if he would come, he would inject his seed directly into my uterus.
I opened my eyes to discover him watching me in the dim light, as if studying the pleasure on my face as his cock filled me.
“Ohhh,” I sighed, “It’s so wonderful.”
He nodded slightly, his mouth open. “It’s incredible.”
I pulled him down for a long kiss, and then moved my lips up to his ear.
“Fuck me, brother. Give me what I need.”
He reacted instantly, drawing his hips up to slowly slide out of me. It felt like my insides were being pulled out as he withdrew, my cunt unwilling to let him go. But my slickness had painted him, and he slipped through my tight grasp, until just the fat head remained inside.
Then he was thrusting back in, stretching me again, causing another moan to escape my lips. Then out, and back in, fucking me in a slow, urgent rhythm.
“Oh god,” I cried, my fingernails digging into his shoulders, and then words left me as he continued to drive between my welcoming thighs, and all I had left were incoherent cries of pleasure.
It occurred to me I had gotten what I wanted – I was experiencing what Pam knew, that part of Lucas previously unknown to me. But I also realized that I was feeling something that she never could – the extra delicious thrill from fucking your own brother.
It was all too much, and I could feel my orgasm rushing towards me. I barely got out a squealed, “I coming,” before it was upon me
, exploding inside in a blinding burst of bliss. I was dimly aware that I was crying out loudly and panting as huge convulsions racked my body. I thrashed and heaved under my brother’s pinning weight as the waves of pleasure rolled through me, causing my cunt to spasm around his thrusting thickness. My fingernails raked down his back and clutched his ass as he continued to fuck me through it all, relentlessly driving his cock deep and then withdrawing, over and over.
The pleasure ebbed and I held tightly to him, enjoying the fact he was using my body for his pleasure. He kissed me hard as his hips rose and fell, pistoning deeply into my core. After a moment, I felt my body coming back to life as my passion began to rise once again.
His breath turned harsh, and I knew he was getting close, pushing himself nearer to the edge each time his shaft bottomed out in my cunt. Incredibly, I felt another climax building inside of me, and it now became a race to see if I could get there with him.
“Fuck me, Lucas,” I whimpered. “That’s it, fuck me hard.”
I felt his strength as he began to hammer my upturned thighs with his hips, plunging into my churning pussy. I could feel our combined fluids seeping from our tight union and running down the crack of my ass.
“Ahh, ahh, ahh,” he began to moan in time with his thrusts, and the ball of pleasure in my loins twisted and contracted, preparing for its release. The car was filled with the sound of our groans and the soft slapping of our bodies coming together. Added to that was the faint wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my slick, tight channel.
“Ahhh, ahhh,” I cried, feeling myself sliding towards that point of no return, closer and closer to that blissful abyss.
Suddenly, he jammed his cock deep and emitted a loud, gurgling growl. His entire body tensed as his muscles locked, and I felt his cock spasm in my snug embrace. His face twisted in a grimace of pleasure, baring his teeth, and I felt the first hot spurt of his cum jet into my depths.
The sensation was the final straw, and I slipped over the edge with him, my orgasm blasting through me as he continued to pump his warm seed into my convulsing cunt. Our hands clutched at each other as our loud cries filled the small enclosed space. He arched his back and kept his hips firmly against mine, following some primal instinct, holding himself deep as his cock jerked and spat out its load against my womb.
I held onto him and rode out the waves of pleasure. We seemed to drift away as we shared the aftermath of our climaxes, and he relaxed down on me, where I held him in the embrace of my arms and legs, gasping for breath and not wanting the moment to end. Somewhere off in the corner of my mind were thoughts about my husband and kids, but for now, for this moment, all that mattered was the man in my arms, my brother.
After a few minutes, he rolled off of me, his softening cock slipping wetly from my grasp. He lay on his back, and I followed, pressed against his side and resting my head on his shoulder. We didn’t speak for a long time, but finally he broke the silence.
“That was incredible.”
I smiled against his skin. “Amazing.” After a pause, I added, “Did you get your memory?”
“Oh yeah. Did you find out what Pam was experiencing?”
“Oh god yeah.”
He chuckled softly, and caressed my hair. “Any regrets?”
“Not a single one. You?”
“None. I love you, Amy.”
I felt a warmth in my heart. “And I love you, Lucas.”
We held each other, and soon drifted off to sleep. I awoke some time later and we were in the same position. My desire flared again, and I slid down to take my brother’s dick in my mouth. His cock quickly grew from flaccid softness to tight rigidity, and then I felt his hands in my hair, letting me know he was awake. Using a leisurely pace, I sucked his cock until it strained urgently, and his fingers tightened in my hair. At that point I used my lips and tongue to tease him until he couldn’t take it any longer, driving his cock deep and jetting his hot cum into the back of my throat as he let out a strangled cry.
After he rested he returned the favor, turning me over and moving down between my legs, probing his tongue into my slippery slit. When he found my clit I squealed with joy, and it didn’t take long before I was coming against his face, groaning and hunching my hips as the pleasure overwhelmed me.
Without pause, he moved up over me, settling between my spread legs as he kissed me with lips coated with my own juices. With a flex of his hips, he slid into me with one smooth thrust, and began to fuck me with an easy rhythm. Halfway through I pushed him over onto his back, straddled his hips, took his cock in my hand, and slid my cunt down over him.
I kept up the slow pace he had started, but at the end we became more frantic, me coming first and then him gripping my hips as he jammed his cock up into me, spurting his seed into my sated pussy.
In the morning, we made love again, and then put our clothes on so we could flag down help. It didn’t take long for a farmer to come by in his truck, and he drove us to a gas station several miles up the road. We called our parents to let them know what happened, and after a tow truck pulled the SUV back onto the road, we finally arrived at our destination.
We have both been tempted to get together again and relive our night of passion, but so far we haven’t, content with the memories we share. But who knows what the future may bring, and if we ever do, I’ll be sure to let you know.
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Science Geek
by Cameo Sparx
Cameo Sparx specializes in short erotica, and is the author of the popular ‘Quickie’ series of books, including ‘Maple Street Quickies’. You can find links to all of her stories at the end of this book.
I was sitting in my bedroom just wrapping up my homework, when a knock came on my door.
“Yeah?” I called.
“Ricky, I need to talk to you.”
It was my sister, Sophie.
“Come on in.”
The door opened, and my sister appeared, wearing shorts, socks, and an oversized T-shirt that had a picture of Einstein on the front, with the caption, “I’M WITH STUPID”.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“You busy?”
“No, just finishing up here.”
“Good, because I need to ask you a big favor.”
“Sure, what’s going on?”
My sister and I got along fairly well for siblings. Well, stepsiblings, actually. We’d been brother and sister for ten years, ever since our parents got married when we were both eight.
I played in the band and didn’t participate in sports, so my friends jokingly referred to me as a nerd. But my sister had me beat by a mile in that category, acting and looking like a classic science geek. With her glasses and her hair always pulled back in a severe ponytail, she may as well have had a large ‘Don’t ask me out’ sign on her back.
But she was very good at being a science geek, and had already been accepted to MIT with a full scholarship. She probably wouldn’t be the first virgin to go to that college.
“Well,” she began, “you know I’ve been working on my science project? The one studying the effect of industrial pollution on the reproductive cycle of higher vertebrates?”
I stared at her. “I knew you were working on something, but I had no clue what it was. And I still don’t. Could you run that by me again? In English this time?”
She waved her hand impatiently. “It’s not important. But the problem is, I have one more test to run, and it’s due tomorrow.”
“Okay? What does that have to do with me?”
“I need a sample.”
“A sample? Of what?”
“Sperm.”
I stared at her, my eyes wide. “What?”
“I need some sperm to run some tests on. I have to determine how it’s affected by different chemicals.”
“Are you nuts? I’m not giving you any sperm.”
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my sister.”
“What does that have to do wit
h it?”
“Brothers don’t give sperm to their sisters. Besides, how would I get it?”
She rolled her eyes. “Statistics show that ninety-seven percent of teenage boys masturbate. Are you claiming to be in the three percent that don’t? I mean, you spend a lot of time in here with the door closed.”
I felt the heat on my cheeks. “That’s none of your business.”
“All I’m asking is for you to do what you normally do, and save some of the final result for me.”
“I’m not doing it.”
“Ricky, you’re not being logical. I’m just trying to perform a test.”
“If it’s so logical, then why don’t you ask Dad for his sperm?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
“Why? Doesn’t Dad have sperm?”
“Technically, he has ejaculate. But it doesn’t contain any sperm since he had a vasectomy after he and Mom got married. And even if he did have sperm, him and Mom are out bowling tonight, and won’t be home until late.”
“It’s kinda gross that you’ve given Dad’s ejaculate that much thought.”
“Why are you being so immature about this?”
“There’s nothing mature about jerking off for my sister.”
“Okay, what do you want?”
“What do you mean?”
“I’m willing to negotiate. What do you want in return for your sperm?”
“I don’t want anything.”
“How about a date with Alexis Stratton?”
I stared at her in shock. “What are you talking about? Alexis is one of the prettiest girls in school. How can you get me a date with her?”
“Her older brother Robbie is one of my mentors at the local college’s science academy. If I put in a good word for you with him, he’ll convince Alexis to go out with you. One date. After that it’s up to you.”
“You can actually do that?”
“I’m positive I can. Robbie values my opinion. And Alexis looks up to him.”
“A date with Alexis?”
“So do we have a deal?”
I stared at her. “This is crazy.”
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