At the same time, I felt Ben’s hands pressing on my hip, gently but firmly. I didn’t resist, I let him lead me down. Maybe by chance, or maybe because in that moment we were perfectly in sync, but for whatever reason Ben and I were perfectly aligned. My sopping wet pussy was hovering directly over Ben’s hard cock. As he slowly started to guide me down, I felt the domed tip of Ben’s cock press against my wet lips. I sucked in a harsh breath and arched my back. My chest thrust into my brother’s face, pushing him deeper into my breasts.
But Ben didn’t stop. He kept pressing with even, constant pressure on my hips. I felt my pussy lips spreading open as my brother’s cock pushed deeper and deeper inside of me. The feeling was… amazing. It wasn’t just the physical aspects of the sensation either. Like I said, my brother’s penis was fine, average. I am not saying it was some sort of porny “It split me in half!” sort of thing. The physical sensation was lovely because that feeling is always lovely. But this was more. In this situation, my brother, the love I felt for him, the pent up tension between us, my desire to do right by him… I could feel that too. And it was such a release, to feel my loving brother enter me. For the first time in my life, I was having sex with someone that I loved because I loved them. I wasn’t doing this out of guilt or shame, I didn’t even feel those feelings anymore. It was… unworldly good. I groaned and my eye rolled back in my head.
After a few moments, I felt my ass and my thighs settle down on my brother’s lap. Ben’s hands moved now, sliding forward on my hips and then gently sinking into my firm ass. I felt him pull me up slightly, raising my hips off of him, and then dropping me back down. Ben’s cock slipped and inch or two out of my wet pussy, and then dropped back in. My knees felt weak from the sensation. I leaned forward as much as I could, wrapping my arms around my brother’s neck and holding on tightly. I felt his head move side to side as he pressed his face against my breasts.
My brother and I seamlessly, wordlessly slipped into a rhythm. I started to grind back and forth in his lap, letting his cock move forward and backwards inside of my tight pussy. At the same time, Ben grasped tightly on my ass. He would lift me up, off of his lap, and then drop me back down. I continued to hold my brother around his neck, grasping him as close to me as humanly possible. Ben continued to lick and suck on my breasts. I don’t know how he could breath, maybe he didn’t care if he could breath.
I the room was filled with the sounds of my panting and groaning and the wet sound of my wet pussy sliding up and down on my brother’s cock. The room felt humid and we were so close that the heat of our bodies seemed to be building together, our stomachs slick with sweat. the scent of my pussy filled the room. The flavor of Ben’s cum was still on my tongue and it seemed to accent the whole experience, shift my perception of it.
But still, I could tell that I wasn’t going to get off like this. It wasn’t that anything was wrong, or didn’t feel good. In fact, it was some of the best sex I’d ever had. It was just… I knew I wanted more. Even if I didn’t know what that was. At first. And then I felt Ben pull my hips up once again, I could feel Ben’s shaft moving through my pussy lips. I could sense his girth. And this length. And suddenly I knew what I wanted. I suddenly realize that my brother was perfect for something I had always wanted to do but was afraid to try. But I could trust Ben because I loved him. And his body was just right to try. It wasn’t necessary to settle to accept my brother as he is, he was designed perfectly for certain things. It was about taking advantage.
I slipped my arm back around from my brother’s neck. I grabbed the back of Ben’s head with my hand, my fingers slipping into his hair. I pulled his head back. His face looked red and his eyes were glazed. I laughed a little at him gently.
“What kind of lube do you use when you masturbate?” I asked. Ben’s brow furrowed.
“Huh?” he asked. I laughed louder now and kissed my brother’s forehead.
“Get your lube,” I said.
“Oh, uh, on the nightstand,” he said, finally registering, “but you are really wet.” I looked at the nightstand and saw it.
“My lotion? Really? You stole it? That’s $25!” I said, reaching over and grabbing it.
“I need the best,” Ben said, and as he spoke he rubbed the taut skin of my ass. And I laughed again.
“Well I guess I am glad it is here. You’ll be glad too,” I said.
“Why?” Ben asked. But I was already lifting myself up off of Ben’s body, feeling his hard cock slip out of me and groaning at the empty sensation. Ben’s hand slipped off of my hips as he let me move. I lifted my leg and moved out of Ben’s lap. I rolled off of the bed onto the floor. I stood, facing Ben. I lifted up the hand lotion and squirted a large glob of it into my hand. I rubbed my hands together just a little bit, coating each hand in lotion. Ben, still sitting against the headboard, looked at me intently.
With one hand, I reached forward towards my brother. I felt my fingers graze the taut skin of his penis and he turned his hips slightly towards me. Soon, my palm pressed flatly against Ben’s rigid shaft and my fingers wrapped tightly around him. His skin was still wet from my pussy, his pubic hair was actually damp from my juices. Nonetheless, I started to stroke my hand up and down my brother’s shaft. I brought my palm up to the top of Ben’s penis, and rotated my wrist gently, coating the tip with lotion. He groaned from the sensation of my swirling palm, but before he could get too excited, I moved my hand back down to his shaft, and began to stroke again.
At the same time, I took my other hand and moved it back around my back. I slipped my hand down through the crack of my ass and then used my thumb and pinkie finger to spread my cheeks apart. I didn’t really know what I was doing, but my hand was dropping with lotion, so I pressed my fingers firmly against my asshole. I could feel the crinkled skin of my anus contract tightly, reacting to the cold lotion. But I began to gently massage the lotion into my skin, warming it. I took a deep breath and relaxed. But that was difficult, my heart was fluttering with anticipation.