Chapter 8
I leaned forward with stout determination, puckering up my lips, then allowing them to come into contact with the tip of Mike's hard staff.
Every time that my lips confronted his cock, his body rotated back and forth. I could see that I was sending waves of electricity into his body with my kisses.
"Keep it up," he sighed. "That's just the kind of exercise I need."
I kissed the tip of his cock passionately a few times, then reached out with both hands and permitted my fingers to glide around his testicles.
I toyed and squeezed his balls, enjoying the steady, incessant contact with his balls.
"You can stop now," he finally told me. "If you don't, I'll shoot right here and now. I want to take off your nightie."
As I removed my fingers from his balls, he reached out and began to unbutton the back of my nightie.
I could tell by the way that his fingers were tensing just how hot he was for me.
He removed the nightie, slipping it off of me, then taking his fingers and letting them press against my back.
"You've got a body that won't quit," he said.
Once Mike had finished removing the nightie, he let his fingers go to work on my bra.
He undid it with one swift movement, then pulled it off.
As my breasts spiritedly fell free, he looked down at them.
He dropped his head downward, allowing his tongue to slide along my left breast.
He kept up his fervent action for a few moments, during which time I lay back and enjoyed every stroke.
His tongue worked along my breast, and as it did so I reached out with my fingers, running them through his hair.
After he had worked his tongue against my left breast, he switched it over to my right, repeating the same kind of sweeping movements.
He withdrew his tongue from my right breast, then reached out and began to curl his fingers around the elastic of my panties.
"My last step," he said, beaming a happy smile.
"Once I get your panties off, I'll be all set to give you what you're after."
"I want love from you, Mike, beautiful love," I exclaimed.
He swiftly moved his fingers against my panties, sliding them resolutely down my legs.
"I really dig your creamy thighs," he said. "I've always liked the looks of your legs, honey: As for those tits, they're something else. I could gnaw on them all day and all night."
I watched him closely as he slipped my panties down my legs and off of me altogether.
As the panties hit the floor, he reached out and gripped my thighs, clinging to them tightly for several seconds.
While his fingers were pressing against my thighs, he moved his head forward, puckering up his lips, then permitting them to come into contact with my vagina.
All it took was that first kiss. My whole body shuddered, at which point I began to juice. It wasn't a full-fledged orgasm on my part, but wasn't too far removed from it either.
He kissed me several times in my pussy, then withdrew his lips.
His fingers moved upward toward my breasts. He fondled them, then tugged at them, kissing my lips periodically as he did so.
His busy fingers moved around some more, this time working their way down my back and eventually to my thighs.
While he parted my thighs gingerly, he looked down at his huge, turgid naked cock, which was ready for immediate impact with my wet vagina.
He looked down at my curled, moist blonde pubic hairs, becoming all the more enchanted at the prospect of screwing me.
He twisted his body back and forth several times, getting set to make his initial penetration inside my vagina.
He gasped, cleared his throat, then looked at me one more time before proceeding for-ward.
For good measure he leaned his head for-ward, slipping his tongue inside my mouth.
Our tongues collided one more time, and on this occasion they stabbed with a new spirit and grace.
The better that we got to know one another sexually, the more inclined we were to completely let ourselves go.
As his fingers gripped my thighs more tightly than before, Mike removed his tongue from my mouth.
"I've just, got to fuck you right now," he said urgently.
"Don't put it off any more. I need it."
He nodded, slipping his anxious cock for-ward, moving it toward my mound.
He slipped his turgid organ into my wet pussy, driving it with full force, sparing nothing, plunging it as deeply into my mound as it could go.
I had never been entered in quite that thorough a manner. He was in me with one quick, decisive stab, and his whole body came alive with excitement as he rocked it back and forth, driving his prick in and out of my vagina.
My pussy lips contracted with grace and excitement as he kept up his plunging, torrid movements, sending his prick into me with everything he could muster in the way of burning penetration.
While his prick busily tore in and out of my nest, he reached out with his fingers and began to toy with my buttocks. He would alternately squeeze and rub my ass cheeks, consistently sending his surging spear into me. I reacted favorably to his every tugging movement, and the longer he kept surging forward, the greater the sense of pride that I felt that my brother Mike, who was in such great demand at school, who had so many girls, was sending his dick into my hot slit.
Our bodies were fiercely entwined as he kept up his relentless explorations. He kept stroking inside me, and locked his naked right leg against my left.
It felt good to have his leg scraping against mine, and I did everything I could to encourage the friction, rubbing it against his.
The tempo was quickly accelerating, and his jolting thrusts, which had been sharp from the very beginning, were becoming more penetrating than ever.
He kept on stabbing, tearing into my mound relentlessly, as he worked himself ever closer to a feverish climax.
His fingers kept on squeezing my ass cheeks while he sent his surging cock forward, diving it deeply inside my mound, pushing ever closer to the ultimate moment of impact, that at which the sea of white liquid would spill from the end of his pecker and into my waiting mound.
With spirited zest he kept up the pace, his burning cock urgings sending me ever closer to orgasm.
I could tell that I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer, and, while I had been hoping to orgasm at the same moment that my brother juiced, I recognized that, was impossible.
My legs gave way, trembling as my juices were released from my mound. He kept on sending his cock surging forward, and after I orgasmed, that seemed to instill new life into Mike's penetrating cock movements.
He shifted his finger activity from my buttocks to my breasts, letting his fingers dance over them with ease and grace as he pushed closer to the big moment.
While his cock and fingers remained busily at work, he leaned forward and slipped his tongue inside my mouth. Once again he was Frenching me, doing something he was extremely skillful at, moving himself that much closer to climax.
The burning strokes continued, and finally he found himself unable to hold back the sea of white lava any longer.
The dam burst, and with it shot his hot white juices.
Hot white cream kept spilling out of the end of his rod, splashing out of him and into my pussy.
It felt great to be receiving his hot load. I closed my eyes and enjoyed every moment of his climax.
It went in a flash, and before I knew it he was withdrawing his cock from my pussy.
I quickly opened my eyes and looked up at my brother. There was a wide smile on my face, and I was a little disturbed to observe that his face wore a troubled look.
"What's the matter, my dear?" I asked. "You should be happy after such beautiful sex."
"I wonder if I didn't do something wrong," he said with a tone of tragedy in his voice.
"What makes you say that? Or even think it?"
"It just isn't right. Here I was fucking you, sis, just like I would any other girl I happen to dig."
"So what's so wrong about that?"
"You're my sister," he shook his head with futility.
"Don't worry about a thing, baby."
I got up slowly from the bed, throwing my arms around him.
We embraced, at which point I let my lips collide with his.
I was doing my best to reassure my brother. After the excitement of the sex act had worn off, he was having second thoughts about the whole thing, which bothered me. I wanted him to feel the same blissful contentment that I did.
He released his arms from me and walked away, slipping his shorts back on.
I began to slip on my panties, feeling the kind of contentment that one would expect after receiving the best sex of one's life.
Maybe he was my brother, I thought, and maybe some people would consider what we did to be wrong. Right then I didn't care. I had been wondering what he was like in bed for some time, and now I knew.
I had expected him to be good, but he was even better than I had a right to expect him to be.
It did bother me, though, to see that troubled look remaining on Mike's face. I could see that he was torn right down the middle. One side of him was undoubtedly happy over what had happened, while the other side felt completely different about it all.
Perhaps it would be up to me to reconcile the two warring sides. After all, he was my beautiful man, and at that point I didn't really care if I saw Stan or anyone else again. Not as long as I was able to make it with Mike.
I finished dressing in silence. Mike slipped on his pajamas, while I put my nightie back on.
I tiptoed toward the door, throwing him a kiss as I opened it.
"Thanks for a beautiful time," I told him.
He looked at me and gave me a troubled mile.