“You’re incredibly hot,” I said after a moment, feeling strangely lightheaded.
Olly shook his head. “No, that’s you. I’m just a good-looking guy.”
I stood up, and walked to him. I swung my arms up around his neck, and pulled myself against him, letting out a shivery moan as I felt his chest against my breasts and his cock against my belly.
“Olly?”
“Yeah, Shan.”
“I know it’s wrong. But I really, really want you to fuck me.”
“I’m not going to fuck you.”
“Please, Olly.”
“No.”
“Olly… do you need me to beg for you? Because if that’s what you need I’ll do it. I will do anything you want. I’ll let you do anything you want to me. Just fuck me. Please, Olly. Please. Please.”
“Shannon. Stop it. I’m not going to fuck you.”
I stared into his eyes, feeling the flush of shame and rejection crawling up over my face.
He took a breath, and sighed it out as he pulled me against him and tucked his face into my neck.
“I’m going to make love to you.”
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He gently pushed me down onto the bed, and lay down next to me. I rolled towards him, and he pillowed my head on an arm. I stared at him, at his eyes, dark in the dimmed light.
He reached out, brushed a wisp of hair away from my lips.
I shivered, wriggled closer till I felt the firm shape of him, pressing, throbbing against my belly.
Olly trailed his nails, gently, from my neck down along my spine. I arched against him.
“Stop teasing me.”
“No,” he replied, soft and gentle. He trailed his fingertips over my bum and down to my hip.
“Olly, please,” I whimpered, shuddering.
“I want to do this properly, Shan. I want to feel every bit of you. Every bit. Make you beg for more and beg for me to stop.”
“It’s not going… to take long… I’m so wound up.”
He teased his hand gently into the vee of my belly and thighs.
I lifted my leg, spread myself slightly. My nipples were hard, aching.
He nuzzled my neck, kissing gently under the line of my jaw, and his fingers found my slit.
“Fuck,” he breathed as he felt how wet I was. I moaned at the way his cock pulsed against me, then pushed hard against him as I felt him feeling down between my lips to my clit.
“Olly,” I moaned, “Oh fuck, oh fuck… there… there, right… there…”
He bit me gently, then rolled me onto my back. His lips burned a track down over my shoulder and pectoral to my right breast. He kissed around my breast and areola, and then as he took my nipple into his mouth he stroked my clit with the tip of his finger.
I cried out. He leaned onto me, pinning me. His tongue, deft on my nipple, hot and slick, hot and slick like his finger on me. He stroked my clit, teasing the nub of nerves below its hood, ducking his fingertip down to my aching entrance every heartbeat or two to taunt me, while I bit hard on my lip to stop myself from screaming. His motions were gentle, languid… but insistent. He kept to a rhythm, timed to my gasps, pinning me so I could writhe but not wriggle, so that I couldn’t get away.
His breath curled out, warm, over my breast. I could feel the faint sheen of sweat where his skin touched mine. I could smell the faint scent of myself now.
I was building. My body climbed up to my plateau. Olly sensed it, and held me there a moment, two moments, nibbling gently on my nipple as he teased my inner lips with his slick fingertip. He pushed his finger slowly into me – I felt my stomach muscles clenching and I let out a soft moan of need. I gasped for air as I bucked, ground, thrust up against his rock-hard cock and his finger.
“Olly…”
“Come for me, Shannon,” he whispered.
“Olly…”
“Let go…”
“I’m… I’m…”
And then a wordless wail as I bent backwards, muscles locked, pussy cramping, as he pushed his finger into me to feel me come.
And then, Olly, between my legs, spreading me. I hadn’t even time to gasp a breath before his tongue was on my clit and lips.
I shuddered, moaned, writhed. He held me firm and slowly worked two, then three fingers into me while he teased, nibbled, sucked my clit and inner lips.
My body shook, and I cried as the pleasure of what he was doing to me overrode all my controls. I hugged myself, clutched at my breasts, the sheets, his head, forcing him hard against me, unable, unwilling to stop him even as the sensation of his tongue on my pussy fused my senses.
I couldn’t stop myself; I was grinding my crotch against his mouth, gasping, panting nonsensical words as Olly slowly fucked me with his fingers. I could feel myself building again. Olly could feel it too, because he switched from licking to sucking, gently pulling my clit out and away from my body, rolling it slightly between his lips as he drove himself in and out of me.
My orgasm hit like a lightning strike; my muscles clenching so tight that I involuntarily sat up, holding him to me as I rode through aftershock after aftershock until I couldn’t any more.
“Stop… stop… stop!” I begged, and after a final, slow, tender lick he did.
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“Jesus… God… fuck…” I whimpered into his chest.
“You OK?”
“No. No. Not at all. Fucking broken. Jesus…”
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” he said, chuckling.
“Oh my Christ, Olly, where the fuck did you learn to do that?”
“Internet,” he observed, amused.
“I have never, never, ever felt anything like that. Oh God. I feel like I’ve been turned inside out.”
I snuggled closer to him and pushed my belly against him. His cock twitched against me, and he made a noise deep in his throat as I snuck my fingers down between us. Hesitantly at first, I touched him. He groaned and shifted his hips as I closed my fingers around his shaft. I looked up at him, met his half-closed gaze as I stroked my hand slowly up along him.
“God, Shannon, that’s nice,” he moaned.
“Your cock is so hot, so hard,” I whispered. “So smooth,” I added, stroking my fingers down over his balls.
He grunted, and I felt his stomach muscles tense and he throbbed in my fingers. I glanced down, then pushed myself free of him and rolled onto my belly. I shimmied round, pulled myself closer to him and gently tongued his head.
“Oh fuck,” he grunted.
I smiled to myself, then ran my tongue around his head, slicking him up. I took him into my mouth, slowly, feeling the heat rise in me again, loving the feel of his skin against my tongue as I closed my lips on him and licked his shaft. I slowly began moving my head, slipping his hard cock a small fraction in and out of my mouth.
Olly reached down to tangle his fingers in my hair, applying pressure as he moved his hips, trying to force more of himself into me.
I let him do it for a moment, then I took as much of him as I could in one swift stroke. He arched under me, hissing for breath, and I gagged slightly. I pulled back, pulled away, and stroked him slowly as I sat up and looked down at his body.
“Sorry,” I coughed, “you’re too big for me.”
“God that was so nice. Your mouth feels so good.”
“I know something that’s going to feel even better on you… roll onto your back.”
I flung my leg over him and levered myself up so I sat on his belly. I could feel the heat of him against me; could feel each throb of his pulse in his rock-hard penis where it nestled between my lips. I looked down at him, at this gorgeous boy, my brother, appreciating the view before I reached down, shifted him slightly, and paused, his cock pressing against my slit, perfectly positioned.
Then, before I could get cold feet, I pushed down on him, eyes closed, groaning as he stretched me. Olly clasped my bum in his hands, and pushed up off the bed, thrusting into me until he bottomed out.
I collapsed forward, panting, gasping, stretched almost to the point of pain by my brother so deep inside me.
“Oh… oh God… slowly, slowly,” I begged, “Slowly, Olly… fuck… you’re so big… Slowly!”
He ignored me.
I bit down on my lip as Olly drew back and forced himself into me again.
“Fuck… ow…. fuck… oh… God… fucking,” the words pouring out of me in an uncontrollable torrent as he crushed me against his chest and drove his hard penis into me. I could feel the shape of him in me; feel the way my near-virginal cunt gripped him, stretched over the hard ridges of his erect shaft. He was panting now and I leaned on him, my breasts crushed against him, my belly slick with our sweat as he pounded in and out of me.
I could feel my body responding, despite the discomfort. His penis was hard, hard against the front of my vagina, distending me with every stroke, and the angle meant that each time he entered me his belly brushed against my clit. I broke free of his arms, gasped a breath, and sat up on him, moaning at the extra depth of penetration this brought me.
He reached up, took my nipples in his fingers, squeezed. I leaned backwards, grinding myself against him.
“Shan,” he panted.
“Yeah…”
“Not gonna… last…”
“Don’t… care…”