Rear Seat: Initial Experience with Sibling
In this story, we are continuing a series where siblings get intimate. Let's pick up from the previous chapter, "Sister Seduces Brother."
Opening my legs wider, I welcomed my brother's face into my wet, black pussy, his tongue eagerly eating me out. My heart raced from excitement and anticipation...
"Fuck me!" I ordered, unable to control my pleasure as his tongue teased my sensitive areas. Grasping his hair for guidance, I encouraged him upward, begging for more.
He looked at me, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Maybe you should be more specific," he teased.
My eyes widened, and I corrected him, "Fuck me with your dick in my pussy!"
His face fell, as if struck by the reality of our situation. He reluctantly stopped licking me, which only made me grow more desperate.
"What's wrong?" I panted, thrilled by his attention, but also wanting something more.
His face clouded over, and he shook his head. "We can't," he said, looking at me with a combination of regret and concern.
"What? Why not? It'll feel good," I countered, my voice turning eager and needy.
He bit his lip and sighed. "It's taboo. I can't do this. I love you."
Impatient, I slid my hands down to the small of his back and pushed him forward. "Please."
His gaze softened for a moment, then returned to one of uncertainty. "I... can't risk getting you pregnant."
Desperate, I countered, "I'm on the Pill," and grasped his cock to direct it to my opening.
"But that can still go wrong."
"Fine," I sighed, releasing him and flopping back on the bed with a defeated huff. "Go away, then."
He reached for me again, but I pushed his hand away. "I'm not playing games with you anymore. You decide now... I want you," I begged.
His eyes held an incredible amount of emotion. "I love you so much. I can't hurt you."
"You won't hurt me," I whispered, my voice full of begrudging pleas. With a groan, I wrapped my arms and legs around him, my contractions growing tighter with everyWORD. "Do it to me."
His eyes searched mine. "Are you sure?"
Caught between the desire to please him and the desire to enjoy our connection, I was speechless. Yet still, the need for his closeness grew too strong to resist.
"Yes."
He froze again, and I urged him to move. "Please..."
A sigh escaped his lips, and he hesitated before kissing me. He ground his cock against my pussy, causing me to gasp. I pressed my body against his, eager for him to possess me.
"I love you," I whispered against his lips. "I'll be okay."
Leaning down, I kissed him deeply. My hips arched, pressing against him, and a grunt escaped his lips in response.
Our kiss ended, and he grunted again. Then his face twisted with pain.
"What's wrong?" I whimpered, already feeling dismissed.
"Trying not to come," he groaned, pushing me away. "I want this to last for more than a few frantic thrusts."
For a moment, I felt slightly offended, but my mind immediately continued to fantasize about him and my clit, which had received absolutely no attention in these past few minutes.
"I want your cock too," I admitted, already plotting my revenge.
"Please, Ciara," he begged, giving me his afternoon pick-me-up. "I want YOU."
"And I want YOU," I squeaked, restoring the moment. "I'll be good."
He returned the kiss and we cuddled for another moment, my hands laying gently on his body. Then he stood up, and his cock settled perfectly against my clit. I knew he didn't realize why I was making him party trick. Closing my eyes and relishing the moment, I slowly guided him inside me.
He froze, his cock still not fully within me. "Tell me when," he husked, referring to how hard he could go.
"Slowly," I whispered, uncommitted to our new forms of foreplay. "I'm so horny."
He listened, rocking against me as he eased his way inside.
"No!" I protested, eager to be stretched. "Hurt me now!" Breaking up the monotony, I playfully ordered him to fuck me harder.
And he did.
Dudes, thinking they have the power to select a companion since they're all powerful, in reality, they barely own any veto. And quite often, not even that, as their cocks are extremely bad when it comes to saying "no" to sex. It's amusing, their notion of being at the helm, but frustrating when they endorse politeness rather than being manly.
I perceive the instant his body consented, giving in, then he attempted to gently shove inside me. He seemed bewildered by the opposition. Pushed harder.
I wince when his erection burst my hymen. It pained more than I anticipated.
He stopped pushing, bobbing halfway within me. His gaze widened when he grasped what had transpired. "Uh... a virgin? What?"
"To resist the horde of horny males attempting to dive into your flaming sex-addicted vagina..." I said, deadpan.
He gazed into my eyes, oblivious to my cynical sarcasm. "You... you've waited... for me?"
I initiated rocking my body into him in sync, a word uttered at each stroke: "Yes! I. Love. You. So. Much." I embraced him tightly to my body, arms wrapped around his neck, legs around his waist. My vagina flooded him with juicy discharge, wanting no endpoint to this encounter, my eyes fixed on his beautiful black pupils with a bit of green surrounding the edges, an almost total eclipse. I mumbled, "Infiltrate me. Screw me now!"
He thrashed into me, starting slow and gradually picking up pace to match the motion of my humping hips, which dictated the tempo. I elevated my right leg onto his shoulder so I could yield more deeply - so he could penetrate deep down. I reveled in the gratifying sensation of his hot and hard erection working its way in and out of me again and again as my seed-producing vagina blessed him with wet and gushy liquids to urge him on, my heart thundering with passion and desire for the male I was enamored with, inhaling frantically. My orbs never left his superb dark irises, obsessed with his breathing's frequency. He lifted my other leg to a shoulder, leaving me willingly subservient to his wishes. I was straddled over him on my side, my slim legs brushing my ample stomach, and connected to his amazingly muscular body, which pushed me into the soft bedding with every wild thrust. I could hear his breaths become erratic with the approach of a subsequent orgasm. His refractory period seemed uncharacteristically quick, considering he'd just erupted inside my mouth as I knelt before him, consumed him, gratifying his every perverted craving.
"Don't climax! Not just yet!"
He moderated his efforts. "Don't... know... if I... can... hold it off, sis. This close..." he said, his face tense with his struggle to defer his impending ejaculation.
"Flip over." I took control, assists him in flipping onto his back, so I was on top of him in reverse cowgirl position, his penis still enveloped within me. "Stay still. Don't cum in me. Not yet."
I pinned him down, my palms applied pressure to his shoulders, my form static, until his face relaxed and his breathing calmed. I commenced riding his hard throbbing cock, slow tormenting motions. "Yes, sweetheart. Like that. Don't shift your hips. Let your sister experiment with your body." I relished in my control of his physical form and orgasm.
Those countless horseback riding lessons surged through my memories: the skillful handling of a large, semi-domesticated animal, much more illustrious than I, which were not particularly fond of adhering to commands. And the bizarre rubbing of the pommel and horn against my underwear-adorned groin.
I digress and my focus returns to my imaginary viewers and lean forward, so my monstrous brown orbs rub and inflict pain onto my brother's contorted face.
"Mmmphhh," he notes, gnawing on a jumbo dark nipple that looks remarkably similar to my clitoris, eliciting ecstatic murmurs through my temples, gorgeous sensations that went from beautiful pleasure to painful punishment from his relatively violent biting.
I bounce faster onto him, ordering him: "Nibble more gently. Ohh, yes, exactly! Don't stop!"
He pumped me with fingers and lips and tongue, administering sensational tremors to my head and pussy, for a timeless ecstatic oblivion. Finally, I press my palm on his to terminate it.
"Enough. For now."
He remains bewildered, smirking. "Thought you'd never cease."
I gnaw on my lip. "I'm a shameless perverted tramp."
"Oh dear, you're just so my type, cumming repeatedly for me like this, sister," he murmured in a sensual low growl. "Would you mind turning around and sitting on me in reverse cowgirl?"
I glanced at him wordlessly, contemplating a refusal, but...
Gently: "You've got such a beautiful phenomenal rear end, Ciara. It's flawless. You needn't be self-conscious in front of me about being so damn alluring."
My heart raced at his words, which were so well-timed that he had deciphered what I hadn't even articulated yet from just reading my expression. For understanding what I've been feeling from merely observing the expression on my face, and for discarding the self-doubts instilled in me from years of ridicule and mockery towards my voluptuousness, and replacing it with a renewed sense of self-worth and attractiveness.
The silence seemed to stretch, somewhat awkward but...
"Um, you don't need to, sister, I --"
I silenced him with a gentle tap of my index finger against his lips, refusing to be separated from him for any longer. I then turned around on his stiffness, unwilling to let him slip out of me for a moment. I took one more glance at him as his powerful arms began lightly squeezing my buttocks.
"Oh my god, you've got an excellent rear end!"
I began slowing riding him while staring at him, gradually building up speed as he made grunty sex sounds indicating his climax was approaching.
His powerful muscles flexed with each thrust, driving his thick manhood deep into my loins, and he moaned with elevated levels of passion.
Suddenly he seized my shoulders and pulled me forward. I yelped happily at his command as he flipped me into doggystyle position, relishing the shift between dominant and submissive phases.
Lucas spread my legs apart a bit more and thrust his engorged member deep inside my lubricated pussy. The passion in his eyes translated into various grunts and guttural animal noises as he slammed his prick into me.
He dexterously squeezed one of my breasts with one hand and my other butt cheek with the other, continuing to fuck me in an awe-inspiring frenzy.
As he neared his orgasm, he punched my hips back, impaling me onto his prince even more deeply. This position pushed his solid core against me, leaving me in a submissive state with his body resting on top of mine.
"Do you like me fucking you, sister?"
"Yes!" I exclaimed.
He expertly slipped a finger up high under my hips to target my clitoris. I gasped with pleasure, finding myself experiencing multiple orgasms.
Feeling wanton and female and satisfied, I was being subjugated by my brother while climaxing loudly.
He snorted and pushed his penis to the deepest depth, pursuing a more delayed orgasm.
Concurrently, I scooted under my hips with the index finger of the hand that had been fondling his scrotum, and suddenly jammed a pussy-wet finger into his anus.
Lucas gave a sharp yelp and then expelled a flurry of semen, moaning and grunting as he pumped faster and faster, trying to prolong the ecstasy.
A great deal of sound and cum resulted.
Finally, my sister rolled off me and smacked my butt cheek, both with a couple of alternating soft and hard smacks.
I cushioned myself near to him, making a cute facial expression of false innocence. "What?"
He blinked lazily and tried to stay awake in spite of the overwhelming exhaustion brought on by the climax. "Don't -- please -- holy shit..." he sighed, exasperated.
I chuckled and hugged him tenderly. "You said 'Thanks, sister. You're the greatest to ever exist!' incorrectly."
"Mmfph," he effortfully replied, cushioning me in a hug.
I playfully pursed my lips and kissed him mildly. "Do you like me?" I asked in a small child's tone, mimicking a clip I had seen online of a sweet little black girl incessantly quizzing her overly-patient father about this issue.
"I love you so much."
"Do you like me?"
"Yes!"
I paused just enough to make him believe I was done for now. "Do you like me?" [
He put a stop to my humorous performance with a passionate kiss, clenching me closer into his arms. I was more than happy to meet his lips with enthusiasm, continuously feeling the comments in my mind – addressed to an unobservant crowd – that this delightful occasion was one I desired to preserve.
His lips met mine, and my tongue met his, engaging in a delicate tango. His seductive gaze shifted to a half-closed state, as he silently surrendered to the burden of sleep.
I broke away from the kiss before he drifted off completely.
"Do you... love me?" I barely managed to murmur, still feeling a bit unsure despite, or possibly because of, the comforting dampness of his cum that had unintentionally seeped from my vagina and stained my brown thighs. The smallest part of me was concerned that I might not have waited the full 48 hours for the birth control pill to become effective.
"I adore you," my sibling responded, firmly grasping my curvaceous backside. "You're incredibly attractive. Now can I get some rest?"
"Mm," I said drowsily, hugging him tighter.
A short while later, his peaceful snores filled the room.
"You have no idea how much I cherish you," I practiced the phrase quietly.
Read also:
- Fathers Seducing Daughters Chapter 7
- "Thirty Days of Incest: Day 4"
- Day 2: 30 Days of Incest
- Deviant Psychologist Chapter 3
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