My whole body thudded as I watched Alex take in the fact that his sister had tasted his spunk. He was holding onto the table top with both hands, yet he still seemed to be swaying. “Did she…?” He swallowed, stopping short of finishing the question. Did she what? Like it? Enjoy it? Swallow it?
I wanted to get back to tonight. Get back to us
“It was just a stupid dare, Alex,” I said, trying to close the lid of the box of what had happened with Lucy.
“But she…?” The box was open. There was no way to get it closed. So I decided that it’d be easier to just hold it up and show him what was inside - just tell the whole story in one go and get it over with, rather than face more of these stunted questions.
“I made her lick my face clean.”
“All of it?” Alex asked, sounding genuinely shocked. In his mind it had probably been a tiny taste, a fingertip wet with juice up until that point.
“Of course, all of it. And I made her swallow it too.”
“Swallow?” Alex gulped. I knew what he was thinking about now. He was thinking about how much spunk there had been. I’d been covered and Lucy… Lucy had taken it all
. He was thinking about his sister taking his spunk onto her tongue and choosing to accept it, to take it into her belly.
We sat in silence for a while. Whatever Alex had been expecting from his questioning, it hadn’t been this
. He pushed himself away from the table, as if to give himself room to think. Or to get away from me.
I’d been hot already. Primed. The confession had made me hotter than I had ever been in my life. There was an uncontrollable desperation fighting with my arousal. Actually, it wasn’t fighting
. The contrasting emotions both wanted the same thing: understanding, acceptance, closeness.
I wanted Alex’s cock inside me. Needed it inside me.
It wasn’t just an idea now. My pussy was demanding
it. And it was making me crazy.
“Alex?” He didn’t respond. He had a faraway look in his eyes. He wasn’t with me. Even when I got up from behind the table and moved to his side, he still didn’t respond. I wanted him to take me to his bedroom. Let me spread my legs for you, Alex.
“Alex?” He was sitting away from the table and he still didn’t respond. He was lost in his own little world.
I stepped over his legs and lowered myself onto him, facing him. “Are you OK?” I asked, looking straight into his eyes.
“It’s…” he said.
“I know,” I said, although I didn’t. I really didn’t. I was just trying to sooth him.
I ran my fingers through his hair. “It was just a game, a stupid game,” I said softly. “It didn’t mean anything.” There was a flare of something in Alex’s eyes. Something wild; something dangerous.
“Of course it means
something, Abi. And it’s not a game. It’s family.” Alex wasn’t shouting, but I could feel the anger inside him. “You’ve changed things forever.” And not in a good way.
I bent forward and kissed him. It was the only thing I could think to do. And I really
kissed him – in an I-don’t-want-to-lose-you kind of way.
I felt him recoil at the shock of my lips pressing and sliding inexpertly against his. It made him tense and he resisted at first, but then something melted, something changed, and he started kissing back. It was as if he didn’t want to, but couldn’t control himself.
There was something else that Alex couldn’t control: I felt his cock swell and press against my belly, and as it did, the urgency came back even harder than before. Lust
I undid his fly and wrapped my hands around the sticky shaft of Alex’s cock. It felt so Goddam good. I wanted it. And I wanted it now
! Almost in that same movement of extracting Alex’s cock, I tugged my knickers to one side, arched my back and guided.
“Oh fuck! Abi
!” Alex protested, but it was too late. His cock was already inside me.
I sank as far down as our clothes would allow. It was the most wonderful feeling in the world. I clung
to him. My mouth on his neck. Hiding from him as my breath came in uncontrolled gasps.
Every part of my body was on fire. My weight was compressing our clothes, and as the clothes compressed, Alex’s cock slid ever deeper inside me. Oh my God
. He’s in
Alex’s hands closed on my waist and I was afraid that he might lift me off.
My legs crossed under the chair, ankles hooking together protectively, holding on. Holding on to my man. But that meant my entire weight was pressing down now.
Fully inside me.
Just two bodies. Joined.
Just two hearts. Thudding.
One throbbing cock.
One delighted pussy.
The lust, the desire, the need. Fuck!
This was more than I had imagined. I wanted to cry, but in a good way.
“You shouldn’t have done that,” Alex rumbled. Don’t take it away from me, Alex. Please don’t. Don’t be angry at me. Don’t hate me.
was hiding. Hiding from his judgement. From what he was thinking.
“We haven’t even had the talk
,” Alex whispered into my ear. All the darkness and anger had gone.
My hips were doing something.
God, that felt good. That
Alex’s breath caught and released as a soft groan. “Oh fuck,” he sighed, and I felt his hands constrict around my waist. I tightened my grip, wrapped my hands around his back, curled my fingers around the chair.
I was a limpet. Going nowhere.
But Alex’s hands when they moved, were pulling me down, holding me in place - not pushing me off.
There was a whimper. A soft, light, female noise.
It was me.
Alex muttered. Murmured something barely heard. “You know, contraception and stuff?” My hips were rolling now and Alex’s hands were helping. He was
lifting. But only lifting a little so that there was more movement. More freedom.
Thrusting. His cock was slipping back and forth. In and out of my body.
Just like it had done when it had been in my mouth. Right before it had… oh God
. I wanted that. Wanted it so much.
“I’m on the pill,” I said, giving him permission to come inside me. I didn’t tell him why
I was on the pill. Heavy, irregular periods are not considered sexy talk.
“I’m clean,” Alex said. A stab of fear passed through me. It made me feel young and stupid and inexperienced. I hadn’t thought about that.
“I’m a virgin.” The words were out before I’d had chance to examine them. Alex stopped. “I was
a virgin,” I said, feeling my cheeks start to glow. Alex was bouncing under me. His whole body. And then he started laughing.
“Fuck off,” Alex said, laughing and he slipped his hands under my bum and lifted me fully off his cock. It was impressive the way he did it. My fingers slipped from their hold on the chair and my legs came apart. I couldn’t have stopped him.
He held me in the air and we both looked down at his cock. It was pink and purple, twitching, jumping. And it was shiny with clear juices – my juices. “So where’s the blood?” he asked.
“It’s not the first time I’ve had something inside me,” I said, realising only afterwards how bad that sounded. I wanted to say more, to defend myself, but Alex didn’t let me.
“Just the first time you’ve had a cock in there.” The way he said the words drew a line under the joke and I felt his regret at having teased me. His hands were pulling me down again, and I guided his cock back into place as he slid me down.
The penetration was easy. Slippery. Satisfying, and it made
me sigh and the sigh made
“I take it that feels nice?” Alex whispered. “Listen. I didn’t mean to make fun of you, Abi. I really didn’t. I didn’t know that it was so… special for you.” I wanted to cry. “Just so you know; it’s really special for me too.” My throat was thick with emotion, the tears close.
Alex pulled my hips down and simultaneously jabbed his cock up into me and I experienced a proper thrust for the first time. It caught me off guard and I made a little ‘eeep’ noise.
“Are you going to make that noise every time I push my cock into you?”
“Erm, I don’t know. Maybe?” My feet were on the floor and as Alex pulled his cock out, he held me in place, elevated, so that he could thrust it slowly back in.
It wasn’t the same noise - but every thrust dragged something
from my throat. They were yelps of pleasure.
Every time he thrust up into me, my body felt like it was going to explode.
And then it did.
I couldn’t fight it. And I would
have fought if I could. I had a fear of Alex seeing me out of control. I wasn’t ready for him to see me like that. It was irrational. But I wasn’t ready to share that
part of me with someone else. It was private. Shameful.
But as Alex joined his thrusts up into a fluid, continuous movement, my body clenched. He made
me orgasm. He dragged the sexual high from where it was hiding deep inside me. His touch, his skin, his cock. Inside me.
It ripped through me as I clung to him. To his body.
There were gasps, grunts and groans, not all of them mine. “Oh, Abi!” Alex lifted me off my feet with a thrust that had him buried
inside me. There was pain. But it was from my lip or my tongue – the force of him penetrating me had snapped my open mouth closed. But I had no time to think; Alex pulled me down and kissed me. “Oh God, oh God,” he groaned, and I could feel an echo of my fading spasms.
Alex was coming inside me. I was so happy
. Happier than I had ever been.
My hips rocked, danced with an unknown rhythm as I took his seed.
I stroked his jaw tenderly and kissed his face as he gasped with the pleasure that my body was giving him.
“Oh my God, Abi. That was…”
“I know,” I purred. This time I did. I really did.
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