Chapter 6
Ronnie didn't disappoint me that night. He never did. After we finished fucking with the vibrator, and I had calmed down until I was almost normal, he mounted me and shoved that big, throbbing cock of his so deep in my cunt that I forgot all about that fascinating vibrator that had just given me such a wonderful thrill.
He gave me such a thorough fucking with that hot, thick prick of his that I couldn't think of anything else. It was just one of many, many nights that my brother and I spent together in bed, fucking our heads off and not giving a damn about anyone or anything else in the world. All we gave a shit about was his cock and my cunt and hot fucking day after day.
Ronnie fucked me in every position I can think of over those three years. It didn't take long before I wasn't interested in much of anything except that sweet cock of his.
It was about six weeks after that first hard fucking he gave me that I remember one very special night that he undressed me and took me to bed.
It started out like a lot of other nights, except that I didn't do my striptease. Instead, Ronnie fondled my tits and kissed me all over my face and shoved his tongue down my throat. And all the time he was unzipping my slacks and unbuttoning my blouse and unsnapping my bra.
I loved the feel of his fingers all over my body as he gently but steadily disrobed me.
I always felt little shivers of delight whenever his fingers brushed against my tits or slid over my loins or thighs.
I always tried to press my big, soft tits against him. Sometimes I would interrupt the undressing to wind my arms around his neck and pull him close to me. I would kiss him and run my tongue over his lips.
Sometimes I would fall back on the bed, and press my soft lips to his mouth, teasing him, while I was still half-dressed. He liked me to wrap my legs up over his back, and give him a sensuous, grinding dry hump.
On this particular night, he had me down to my panties before he had taken any of his clothes off. Then he set me down on the bed, after I pulled back the covers. He stood up and went through a striptease himself.
He had never done that before, and it turned me on like crazy. I watched him slowly unzip his fly and let his pants drop to the floor. He bent down and took off his shoes, with his pants still rumpled around his ankles. Then he stepped out of the whole fucking pile.
He had on a tight, tank-top shirt, which showed off his broad, muscular upper arms and shoulders beautifully. He grasped the bottom of it with both hands and pulled it with one yank up over his head. His muscles rippled and it tousled his hair so that when he threw away the shirt and grinned at me, he was so cute I wanted to eat him up.
Then he was down just to his shorts and I could visualize that big prick of his standing up between his legs, framed in his furry little hair collar.
The crotch of his shorts was poking out. His big, thick ramrod of a cock was shoving them out, and I felt a tremendous churning in my cunt as I waited for him to slide his shorts down over his prick and for him to come to me.
When he did take them off, his cock jumped up and stood out thick and straight. His cock-head was flushed with the heat of passion. It was choked full of his hot blood, so that his cock-head's skin was pulled tight and shiny. It was a purplish-red and looked just gorgeous.
I had never sucked a cock, but that was the night that I first began to think about it. I wondered what it would taste like . . . and feel like ... to take his hot meat inside my warm mouth. I almost wanted to swallow his cock that night. I'll never forget the quivery feeling in my cunt as long as I live.
But he didn't know I was thinking about sucking cock, and he had something else on his mind. Before he came to bed, he picked up a little paper bag like you'd get at the grocery store. He put it down on the bed beside us as he kissed me and held me in his arms.
I threw a leg over his back as we lay side by side, and wrapped my arms around him as he held me and kissed my lips tenderly.
"What do you have in the bag?" I finally asked as he let me come up for air. "Did you bring me a present?"
"You might call it that," he said. "I think we're both going to enjoy these goodies." And with that he ripped open the bag and pulled out a bottle of maple syrup and a can of imitation whipped cream.
I was still too young and naive to know what he had in mind. After all, even though I was fucking my older brother regularly, I was still only a teenager. He had been around, fucking other girls, for several years. My only experience in fucking was with him. "What are you bringing those to bed for?" I asked him.
"If you will just lay down and relax, Sis," he said, "I'll show you."
I leaned back and closed my eyes. I tried to let my whole soft, shapely body relax as he suggested, but I felt my big tits jiggling and I couldn't stop the jumpy, quivery feeling in my cunt as I waited for something to happen.
He was moving around, and I could hear him opening the bottle of maple syrup. He put something on the nightstand, then I felt him sit down next to me on the edge of the bed.
His hand swept over my tummy, and down over my pussy, petting my soft cunt-hair, and he bent over and gently kissed one of my hard nipples. I gasped softly and squirmed a little, but I kept my eyes closed and tried to stay as calm as possible.
That's when I felt a warm, soothing sensation spread all over my tit. I knew it wasn't his lips, or his spit. At first I thought it was just a wave of passion inside my soft mound of tit-flesh. But then I felt something dripping down on my belly and onto my upper arm.
I couldn't keep my eyes closed any longer. I opened them just a little and saw Ronnie slowly pouring the maple syrup over my tits-first one, then the other.
The oozing, dark fluid covered the big, upstanding arc of my plump tit, and was running in little rivulets from the very peak. It rolled down from my hard, pulsing nipple, over my pink, luscious areola, and then out over the full, crested beauty of my whole tit.
The syrup ran in a winding stream down the big deep crevice between my tits and headed for my navel.
Ronnie put the half-empty bottle back on the nightstand, and then bent down over my body and began licking me softly and tenderly. He lapped the sticky, gooey sweet syrup from my big, soft tits with broad, loving strokes of his tongue.
He moved deliberately, smoothly, taking the luscious blanket of syrup from me in a sensuous, steady exercise in erotic titillation. I found myself being transported into an ecstasy of unbounded joy. My cunt responded with hot, pulsating throbs that gripped me over and over.
I was alive with excitement and wondrous rapture as Ronnie went over my tits with his tongue. My tits felt slippery, and warm, and smooth under the coating of maple syrup. His tongue, cleaning it off with loving, warm strokes, little by little, set my fires burning deep inside my cunt.
"Ohhh, you're doing such nice things to my body, Ronnie," I swooned. "I feel so heady, so filled with love. Please, don't ever stop!"
He licked a little harder, lapping up the syrup from my left tit, sucking on my hard nipple, then swinging over to my other tit and doing the same. It was enough to make a girl cry out in ecstasy.
His tongue ventured into my cleavage and licked faster and faster, up and down-all the way to my belly-button-to suck up the sticky syrup. Each lap of his tongue drove me higher, touching off tremendous swirling aches of desire in my pussy.
I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair. I clawed at him, and pulled his head to my tit. I felt his fingers grip my body around my ribs, and cling to me desperately.
Ronnie was shivering, trembling with excitement as he sucked me, and I could understand the feverish desire he felt.
Pretty soon, he had finished licking all the maple syrup from my tits and my tummy. His tongue didn't stop, however. He kept lapping that big, warm tongue of his all over my belly, right down over my loins, and I thought he was going to start eating my hot cunt. I began to spasm and shake just thinking about it.
But when he got down to the top of my pussy-hair, he started back up again to my tits. I felt panicky, denying the lustful fulfillment I longed for. My cunt was aching to feel his hot tongue sucking my clit and licking my quivering cunt-lips.
I cried out, moaning loudly, and Ronnie must have anticipated what I was thinking.
"Don't worry, baby," he rasped. "I'm not going to disappoint you. I'm just getting you as hot as I can before I give you something I think you're going to really dig!"
I could see that his prick was throbbing really hard by now. It was redder and bigger than I'd ever seen it. It was a huge, wide hunk of hard cock-meat that bounced up and down, straining to shoot its load of hot cum.
Then Ronnie reached over and picked up the can of imitation whipped cream. He was back in one quick move to my crotch, holding the whipped cream can poised and ready to fire. He held it right over my furry, boiling cunt and began shooting that white, fluffy cream all over my pussy.
I was more than a little surprised, and I got one hell of a thrill as I felt its thick, cool richness spread over my hot flesh. He heaped the mounds of cream until my pussy was all covered, then spread it over my loins and down between my legs, over my inner thighs.
"Ohhhh, lick me clean, Ronnie darling," I moaned, realizing at last what he intended to do. "I can't wait to feel your tongue massaging my cunt!"
I had never wanted anything as much as feeling his tongue and his mouth and lips sucking my clit and licking my crotch out. My cunt was burning with excitement.
Inside my loins, I thought I was going to explode as he touched the tip of his tongue to my leg, down near my knee, and slowly started to lick upward toward the cream, which was already beginning to melt.
He didn't waste any time, even though he licked me slowly. He was heading for my cunt, and he wanted to taste my warm, pink cunt-flesh just as much as I wanted his tongue.
His tongue burrowed into the cream, lapping it up in big, delicious swipes. The more he lapped, and the more the cream disappeared, the hotter I got. I knew that when it was all gone, I was in for something special.
My cunt knew it, too.
The delightful tension grew and grew in my clit, and I writhed and moaned louder and louder as Ronnie licked faster and faster.
His tongue was like a soft paint brush, working its magic on my body . . . brushing me with strokes that were erotic, and full of promise of things to come. My loins were afire with desire, hungering for the indescribable pleasure of having my cunt eaten by the best cunt-licker in the world-my brother, Ronnie!
Up across my loins he went, bobbing and weaving his head in a sensuous, teasing kind of licking. He cleaned the whipped cream from my soft belly and softly caressed my sides with his fingers.
I felt huge goose-pimples raise up all over my ribs and flash right down over my thighs as he brushed me lightly with his fingertips.
My God, I thought, I'm going to go through the fucking ceiling before he gets to my clit and my cunt-lips. He's driving me right up the wall with this delicious way he's kissing and licking and sucking my body.
His hands roamed everywhere ... up onto my tits, which he squeezed firmly but gently . . . down my sides . . . over my thighs . . . and then next to my cunt-mound.
"Hurry, darling," I murmured. "Pleeese, hurry! My cunt is throbbing so fucking hard I'm afraid I'll come before you even get to my cunt!"
I guess he realized then that he was turning me on a lot harder than apparently he'd thought. Anyway, he quickly lapped up the rest of the cream, and then moved right in on my wet, red-hot cunt with his lips and tongue.
When I felt him move in, I couldn't help the whining, gasping sighs of delirious excitement that swept over me. My ass was twisting and turning even before I felt that first, hot touch of his tongue against my tender, quivering cunt-lips.
Those glistening, twitching little flaps of pinkness opened up to him, and he shoved his tongue where I wanted it right away-way up inside my churning, throbbing cunt.