“Nine — um, nine and a quarter inches,” Danny replied hoarsely. I had to snicker. I have never met a guy yet who hadn’t measured his hard-on carefully and tell you down to the last fraction how long he was! Still — damn! Nine inches plus.
“Does this feel good, baby?” I whispered as I slide my hand up and down his shaft. “Do you like big sister jerking you off?”
Danny nodded as he alternated between watching me masturbate him and ogling my body. I reached out with my free hand and took his right hand. “Here, little brother, touch me.” I placed his hand on my breast. I guided him in rubbing my tit. My firm breast slipped free of the bikini and he rubbed his palm against my hard nub of a nipple. It felt good. I released his hand and let him play with it on his own while I continued to stroke him off.
“So soft, Megan,” Danny said. He squeezed and stroked my tit, teased and pulled on the nipple until it was throbbing so much that I thought it might explode.
Touch me,” I whispered.
Danny looked at me in confusion. He had a handful of tit and didn’t understand. “Touch me, baby brother,” I said again and spreading my legs, thrust my pelvis forward, offering him my wide open and wet pussy.
I didn’t have to tell him a third time. Danny removed his hand from my tit and moved forward a little, placing his knee on the mattress as he leaned over. His hand was shaking as he placed it firmly on top of my pussy mound. I pushed my pelvis upward and rolled my hips, making his fingers slip over and between my wet cunt lips.
“Danny!” I whimpered. His hand felt so strong and big and my need suddenly became so great! “Touch me, Danny, touch me more!”
My brother’s fingers were quickly coated with my juices as he rubbed my quivering flesh. “Oh, Megan,” Danny breathed, his voice full of disbelief that he actually was touching his sister’s secret place. “You feel sooo wet and hot!”
As I stroked his throbbing meat, I looked up at him and said, “In me, Danny. Put your fingers in me.” I was surprised by the pleading quality in my voice, but my pussy was demanding attention. Danny responded by awkwardly probing with his index finger. After an initial fumbling, he slid it into my wet hole and gently swirled it around. His touch made me moan, but it wasn’t enough.
“More, baby brother! Put more in me!” Danny added his middle finger and I moaned, “More, oh god please, more!” I hunched against his fingers and sobbed happily as he added his ring finger as well. His fingers were long and large, but my need escalated. I gripped his wrist with my free hand and as I stroked him frantically, I cried out, “MORE! I WANT ALL OF IT. PUT YOUR HAND IN ME!”
Danny gasped, totally speechless and stunned, not sure what he’d gotten himself into. Still, he knew to do as he was told and I grunted as he wormed his entire hand inside my cunt. I shivered and managed to squeak out, “Now, make a fist, Danny!” Then I screamed! It was one of those soul shattering, almost too much orgasmic pleasure screams as Danny clenched his fingers into a ball of flesh.
“Meggie! Are you alright?” Danny groaned.
I clamped my thighs down on his inserted hand as in fear, he started to pull out. “Yessss,” I hissed, trying to keep in some semblance of control. “Now, start slowly and gently, fuck me with your fist, brother!”
I yelped as he shoved his fist inside me a little too hard, but Danny was a fast learner and quickly discovered that when it comes to fist fucking, a little goes a long way. He didn’t so much as thrust, but press into my insides and he was gentle. “OH YESSSSSS! THAT’S IT, FUCK ME, DANNNYYY!” I sobbed. My orgasm erupted inside me, exploding outward from my pussy, running madly along my entire nervous system. Every nerve seemed to be tingling, my nipples felt as if they would explode. I had to be careful not to yank his cock right off his body, still managing to stroke it with a light, but rapid motion. “DON’T STOP, FIST ME, BABY BROTHER, FUCKING FISTFUCK ME!”
It was too much for my little brother and I felt his cock swell and then pulse powerfully and he was spraying my tits and stomach with his hot, sticky semen! Long seconds passed as we both bayed like dogs, reveling in our mutual orgasms. His cock was like a fire hose. Danny’s balls jerked and bounced and pumped incredible spurt after spurt of man juice on my mostly naked body.
It was a long time before we both came down. When I could speak normally again, I told him to unfurl his fist, wincing a little as his hand expanded inside me and then crying out a little as he withdrew his fist from my clasping cunt.
“Megan, did I hurt you?” There was fear on my dear brother’s face and I think I fell in love with him a little right there and then.
“No,” I gasped. “Sometimes a little pain’s the price for feeling fucking awesome!” I milked his half-erect penis, getting the last dribbles of spunk from him. “And brother, that was fucking awesome.
Danny was grinning from ear to ear and gazing at his pussy cream drenched hand. It was coated with my juices, thick blobs of it in fact. It had been a long time since I’d cum like that. I looked down at myself. My stomach and breasts were liberally dripping with semen. With my free hand (I wasn’t ready to let go of his magnificent manhood yet!), I ran two fingers through the warm, creamy jism.
“Mmmm, this looks good enough to eat,” I said and then I did just that. I lapped Danny’s cum off my fingers and it was delicious. It was just a tad salty, but definitely tasty. I felt a fresh throb of excitement run through Danny’s cock. I guess it’s not everyday a brother gets to watch his big sister eat his spunk.
Danny’s eyes glowed with an almost animal lust and he glanced down at his own cum covered hand. “Go ahead, little brother,” I said as I scooped up some more of his semen from my stomach. “I think I taste pretty good and others have told me I have a sweet tasting pussy!”
My little brother brought his hand to his mouth. His nostrils flared as he inhaled my scent, then he licked it. I felt very flattered when he smiled like a little boy who just tasted chocolate for the first time. Danny licked some more off and smacking his lips, said, “I love it, Meggie. You taste delicious!” I felt his cock stiffen up a little more.
I was about to suggest he taste it at the source when we heard a car door slam. We both froze and then the door leading to the garage opened and we heard Mom call out, “Anyone home?”
We both leapt up and I kissed my brother on the lips. “This isn’t over! We’re just getting started,” I whispered, tasting my own juices. “Stay cool, baby brother!” I hurried to the door and opened it quietly and listened. I could hear Mom down in the kitchen and the rustling of bags and the opening and closing of cupboard doors. She was putting up groceries. I winked at Danny and slipped out of the room.
When I reached my door, I could hear Mom call out to us again. “Where is everyone?”
“I’m up here, Mom,” I called out. “I think Danny’s getting a shower. He’s been working hard today, yanking on roots and stuff!” I felt a trickle of cooling liquid on my belly and scooped up more of Danny’s semen and sucked my fingers dry. “I’ll be down in a minute!”
Needless to say, things were very interesting that evening, especially as we ate dinner. I admit that for all my bravado, I was a bit nervous and Danny just looked freaked. He mumbled his way through an account of his efforts to remove the tree stump out back and he could barely look at me without blushing. Dad was oblivious, but Mom gave Danny a few odd looks.
I wondered how Mom would have reacted if when she asked her son what he’d done today, he replied, “Aw, not much, Mom. Did some yard work and I fist fucked Megan while she jacked me off. You know — the usual.” Actually, wondering how Mom would have reacted actually made me a little wetter than I usually am.
Fortunately, Mom’s mind was on other things. Dad was off in the morning for a weeklong seminar on new tax laws and they were coordinating last minute travel plans to the airport. Mom used to hate Dad going out of town, but I reckon as the years cooled down Dad’s libido, she has gotten used to it.
After dinner, I gave Danny some space and went with some girlfriends to a movie and out for a few drinks. It was pretty late when I rolled in. The house was dark as I went inside and upstairs. Mom opened her door and peered out, whispering, “Everything okay,” just as she’s done since I was a kid. I guess Moms are always moms no matter how old you get.
I told her I was and she nodded, smiled a little oddly and after whispering, “Good night,” closed her door.
As I opened my door, I heard Danny open his door. Damn, my little brother looked hot. He was wearing only his briefs and his thick cock was hard and peeking out above the waist band. I felt a little spurt of my juices soak my cotton panties. My brother’s eyes were full of desire and if our parents weren’t home, I’d have deflowered him on the spot. As it was, I blew him a kiss and mouthed the words, ‘Tomorrow, little brother.’ I pointed to his hard on, waggled my eyebrows and then whispered, “Better save it for tomorrow, Danny. You’re going to need it!”
I licked my lips at him for emphasis, winked and sauntered through my door. It was all I could do to resist getting Mr. D out and easing my own desires, but I’ve learned over the years that anticipation can sometimes make the moment even sweeter. Still, I tossed and turned for a very long time, falling asleep only as I heard rain splatter against my window and thunder rumbling lowly off in the distance.