Mark was appropriately dazed and bedazzled, eating rapidly, mechanically, while I kept my eyes on my plate. Every so often I looked up to smile at him as he stared at my cleavage as though he’d never seen it before (although, to be fair, it was a new bra, designed to do special things to the whole boob region, so he’d never seen the girls looking so… well presented).
At last, his knife and fork tinkled on the plate, then his plate and mine clattered as he swiped them all together and charged into the kitchen, where he dropped them all into the sink with a clang, then came back almost at a dead run, to yank me upright and grab my bum while he crushed his lips to mine. When I finally broke for air, I smiled at him again as I deliberately ground my crotch against his.
“What’s the rush, Peter Pan, don’t you want some dessert?” I simpered, watching his eyes slowly cross as I ground against him some more.
“Holy Christ, Tink, I don’t know where this get-up came from, but right now all I want for dessert is you! I want to fuck you so hard…!”
That was what I wanted to hear, so I slid my arms back around his neck and spit-sealed my lips to his, while his hands explored my bum, squeezing and clenching the cheeks through the too-tight white cotton schoolgirl panties I was wearing, feeling him groan in my mouth as he worked out what I was wearing, and why. He broke our kiss, still squeezing and clutching my bum, to mutter “bedroom… now”, before taking my hand and literally dragging me upstairs.
Once in the bedroom, Mark wasted no time in yanking off my skirt and shirt, leaving me in just my panties, bra, and knee-high white socks. I wanted to look virginal, yet slutty and gagging for a shagging, and judging by the bulge in his shorts I’d succeeded. Mark stripped-off in double quick time and pulled me close, that lovely thick cock of his trapped upright between us as he once more slid his hands down the back of my panties, squeezing my bum-cheeks and running his fingers between the puffy lips of my slit and up my bum-crack to tickle and probe at my tight hole. As we kissed he worked my panties down past my hips, finally tugging them off completely, leaving me in just my bra and socks, making him grin.
“Are you ready for a good fucking, little girl?” he leered, squeezing and pulling my bum cheeks apart, making me gasp and giggle as he groped and plundered my bum.
“Ready as I’ll ever be, Blondie!” I retorted, seeing that glint in his eye once again.
He picked me up and kissed me, my legs wrapping themselves around his waist as I clung to his neck, and he held me up against him by the cheeks of my bum. I love kissing him, there’s such a gentle, almost childlike innocence still in him; he’s never forgotten how he was neglected, but he’s also never forgotten how much I needed him, and how I depended on him when I had no-one else. We have a closeness that no-one can ever break, and when he kisses me, it shows.
As I hung on him, kissing him madly, I could feel that great big prong of his nudging my bum, and so I reluctantly left off with the kissing to get down to the serious business of getting my big brother to fuck the living daylights out of me.
Luckily we were both singing off the same hymn-sheet here, so as he laid me down on the bed, our lips met in another passionate kiss, and as we kissed, he slid that oversized cock of his deep into me in one, fluid motion, making me gasp out loud as his thick cock-head forced my swollen, tender lips apart, filling and stretching me once again; no matter how many times we do this, it always feels like the first time, with the added bonus that it doesn’t hurt now, just sends bursts of toe-curling pleasure flooding through me.
As we fucked, I felt his lips curve against mine into that smile of his, and I knew what he was thinking. As I thought of it, I knew I wanted it too, so I urged him off me so I could turn around. Mark slid out of me, and as I turned to lie on my tummy, he grabbed my hips and pulled me back against him, his hands gently pulling my cheeks apart so he could see all my most secret places. I felt his hot breath on me, and then suddenly his tongue was lapping at me, licking and rubbing my sensitive pussy, making me gasp and giggle as he probed me with a stiff tongue-tip, then he slowly kissed and lapped at my rosebud, his tongue-tip making little stabbing motions into the centre of my crinkle, teasing me.
I relaxed and slumped forward, with Mark following me down to keep his face firmly between my cheeks as his insistent tongue probed further and deeper, until I felt him push his tongue inside me as far as he could, stretching me open and sending a sudden zing and zip of pleasure as he rimmed me.
I was writhing and gasping now as I floated away, the feel of my man’s tongue deep inside me giving me pleasurable sensations, stretching and relaxing me, until he withdrew, making me mew with loss, even though I knew what was coming next. I gasped and giggled at the feel of the cold gel as he slowly pushed it into me, spreading it around, pushing his finger deep inside me, then another one, while I rubbed and petted my pussy, readying myself for him.
Mark took one last glob of gel and spread it around my relaxed hole, then leaned over me to kiss the back of my neck.
“Ready, Tink?” he whispered, and I nodded, sticking my bottom out and pulling my cheeks open, showing him exactly what I wanted.
I felt him rear up over me, then his velvety cock head prodding at my hole, softness cloaking a stiff rigidity that I wanted deep inside me. I reached back and held him, guiding him as he slowly pressed forward, slowly slipping himself into me. Every time we do this it feels like the first time; I wanted it so much then, and I wanted it now. While there was a little pain, the pleasure zipping around inside me as my beautiful brother-husband slowly invaded my body in such a raw, primitive way was doing things to me, good things, things I didn’t want to stop.
Mark slipped his hands around me to cup my fettered, outthrust breasts, his thumbs brushing my rigid nipples through the black lacy material, sending more pulses of pleasure through me, sharp little jolts that seemed to be grounding in my pussy, giving me an almost unbearable urge to touch myself and rub my button as my man sodomised me.
As I tweaked and rubbed my clitoris, Mark finally slid all the way into me, to begin sliding out again, making my whole body jump and tingle with the sensations that caused inside me. Back in he slid, making me gasp as all the air was forced from my lungs, then out, then in, while I rubbed and squeezed my swollen clitoris.