It took a moment for him to understand what she meant. Then he hastily twisted the vibrator’s base and it hummed to life in her. She jerked at the suddenly intense throbbing deep inside her. “Tunny, I’m going to come now… really big… you’re still going to fuck me after this right?”
“Mmmhmmm,” he confirmed from between her legs, still teasing her rosebud with his tongue.
“Good,” she panted. Barely a minute later she peaked, mauling her clitoris and jerking her hips up to swallow the vibrator’s length. Her upward motion speared her ass onto her brother’s tongue as her body rolled in orgasm.
When her ass came back to rest back on the bed, he slipped the vibrator from her drooling pussy and tossed it to the floor. He crawled up the bed to stretch out next to her. She curled into him, still catching her breath.
“More,” she whispered finally, looking up at him through dark hair that had fallen across her eyes. She rolled onto her back again and pulled him on top of her. She took his hard shaft in her hand and pressed it to her battered little hole.
Winston barely remembered the condoms. “Sis, protection first right?”
She nibbled her lip and shook her head. “I lied Tunny. I’m on the pill – been on it for the last year. Be gentle? I’m still a little sore.”
He nodded. Together they carefully eased his larger than average cock into her near virgin pussy. She was tight and swollen but slick from her orgasm. She winced as he slid into her, filling her up completely. He felt his tip just brush her cervix. The contact made her shiver. They held motionless like that for several long moments. She willed herself to relax, to accept the oversized cock she’d wanted for so long. He marveled at the beautiful woman beneath him and waited for some sign to continue.
“Tunny, when my chest is healed completely I want you to fuck me from behind. Bent over your desk like I was when you were inspecting my goods. I was fantasizing about that at the time.”
He shook his head with a smirk and leaned down to kiss her. When he broke the kiss, she saw him glance down at her chest.
“And I want you to fuck them too. My boobs, I mean. I want to kneel down in front of you and press them together for you to fuck with your big dick. I want your cum on my new tits.”
He withdrew from her slowly, experimentally, and she groaned happily. Only half way out, he reversed and thrust back into her. She exhaled forcefully, hazel eyes wide and wild looking up at him. “So good,” she groaned under him.
They fucked carefully, never building past a steady rhythm. On his downward thrusts, she rose up to meet him, grinding his full length into her. She found she liked the contact when he bottomed out inside her. When he retreated, she experimented – squeezing down with her muscles. He felt her tighten down onto him and smiled, moaning out a happy “very nice.” His compliment made her glow even more.
They continued like this for several minutes until Winston leaned back to sit upright on his heels, still buried in her. “Feel like coming for me?” he asked.
“Always,” she purred, and reached up to toy with her own nipples.
He brought his hands down to their juncture and centered both of his thumbs on her clitoris. He began to brush her little bud upwards with each thumb, essentially twiddling his thumbs backwards in an unending circular motion he suspected she might like.
He was, of course, right. How long do you have to love someone – how well do you have to know them – before you sense with near-certainty how to please them best without them asking? Without them even knowing how to ask or what to ask? Five years? Ten? Fifteen? How about your entire life? Winston brought this to bear now.
Jessica’s breath caught in her chest at this last touch. Her brother’s thick cock, the one she’d fantasized about for far too long was wedged – no, crammed – inside her. It stretched her more perfectly than she imagined because she couldn’t imagine it until now.
She looked up Winston, her sweet Tunny, and her head replayed memories from their joint childhood. Thousands of shared secrets and little intimacies. Years of love, of laughter, of trust. When her brother touched her in this last, perfect way, everything rushed together. She felt something huge shift deep inside her – something so large she didn’t think it was possible.
“Tunnnnnnnyyyyyy….” she keened, almost alarmed at the intensity of what was coming. “I can’t…” she sobbed, actually choking a little.
“It’s okay, sis, don’t fight it…” He watched the muscles in her abdomen clench, release, and re-clench violently – the faint image of a six-pack appearing and disappearing beneath her pale taut belly. Her new, large breasts rocked with the clenching.
She jerked as the spasms radiated from her torso into her long slender legs and arms. “Alm-m-most … too… too… b-b-biggg,” she stuttered and wailed, arms and legs suddenly twitching, eyelids fluttering madly. She felt the undertow of her impending orgasm dragging at her, sucking at her insides. The sheer magnitude of the looming climax blotted out all thought.
“I love you, Jess,” he whispered, “and I always have.”
Her wave crashed, rolling her under.
“Wuu ahahahahaha,” she shrieked, her slender chest heaving off the bed as her vision went white. Her smooth ivory hips jerked upwards at the same time, mashing into him, grinding up onto his cock until it crushed against her where it bottomed out. Her body remained arched like this for several seconds, her jaw clenched tight, panting through her nose loudly. Her body shuddered The rippling walls of her seizing sex dragged him along towards his orgasm. When she collapsed back to the bed, still peaking, he thrust into her twice and jerked his cock from her to fist it viciously. He grunted as he erupted mightily, jetting cum up across her belly, then onto her breasts, then up to her neck, then into the dark hair splayed across the pillow beneath her head.