He moved in to suck one nipple into his mouth, played about it with his teeth teasingly. She let him play, watched him tongue his way between her breasts to the other nipple lazily, delving his hands into the covers to grope for her pussy. He was too buzzed and too horny to listen right now, she decided. Besides, what he was doing to her felt too nice to stop him.
“You know what you need?” she breathed softly, basking in the tingly sensations.
“Yeah, I know exactly what I need,” he said.
“No — you need someone to take you down a peg or two. Someone who can outfuck you.”
“Like you.”
She smiled. “Yeah, but someone besides me. Why do you think you like me so much, dumbass?”
“Yeah, well, I know what you like.”
He scooted forward on his knees before her and opened his boxers, brought out his stiffening cock and displayed it before her face. The fuzziness of her brain, the warmth of the blanket, the icy air, the growing arousal brought on by her brother’s teasing — it all gave her an appetite for his beautiful dick, and she did not refuse it. While he settled back on his haunches, his hands by his sides, she leaned forward to take him into her mouth once more. Jeez, his entire crotch was redolent with pussy, her own musky scent, sharp in her nostrils from the cold.
He watched her sucking him for several minutes, sometimes grabbing the sides of her bobbing head, sometimes reaching down to caress her hanging breasts. Then he scooped her up, blanket and all, and dropped her onto his bed.
She barely had time to spread her legs before he was between them, rubbing his swollen dick head against her sensitive lips. Crash, crash against her clit, maddeningly — her whole body lit up from the contact. He grabbed her hips and roughly maneuvered her into place, her ass on the edge of the bed, legs hanging in space, heels just brushing the carpet. It was a precarious position — she felt poised to fall at any second if her let her go. It made her pleasure all the harder to control when he slid into her.
He was utterly merciless with her this time, ignoring her gasps and shudders as he invaded her delicate, nervous folds. She called him all sorts of foul names in a shivering whisper; eventually he stuffed a wet ball of material into her mouth — her own panties, she realized (here — chew on this, he said). Again and again, and slowly, he plunged into her, his length once more awakening her body deep inside. She wrapped her legs around his, curled her toes.
Sometimes he quickened his pace, slamming into her with abandon, sending ripples throughout her tits and belly. Other times he slowed to a barely perceptible rocking — he would barely insinuate the tip of his cock between her grasping lips and say, That’s it, that’s all you’re getting — you’re not getting anymore, and then he would slide all the way into her, deep, and she had to clamp down on the panties to keep from screaming.
Sucking in air through her nose in great heaves, she could smell their sweat, could smell her own sex juices, and the lingering aroma of weed. The cold and the pristine white powder around the window made everything seem clean and pure, but the scents and sounds in the room were wicked, vile — sooo dirty and delicious. And then the thought of who was fucking her would sink in, like it always did, and she almost climaxed from the sheer, delectable perversity of it all.
Her brother, her beautiful baby brother, the big nasty stud, slamming her with his big nasty cock, his gorgeous slab of meat. Baby brother, leering in her face, panting his hot breath over her breasts. It was all so wicked and wonderful, wonderful and wicked, she wished it could go on forever.
When he had settled into his home stretch, and she felt him tightening to the bursting point inside her cunt, and had leaned over her domed belly to chew on her nipples, her body gave a sudden lurch, and they both looked at each other in wide-eyed surprise.
“Mmmf!” she cried through her panties.
“Whoa!” said Josh. “Was that — was that the baby?”
“Mmm hmm!”
He grinned at her, went right back to slamming her.
“Guess he knows who I am,” he said, closing his eyes and letting his head fall back in his ecstasy.
Vanessa was reeling from the new sensation, and loving every hard, slick jab of her brother’s cock, when he suddenly pulled out. The abrupt emptiness made her head spin, and his pulling back made her slide to the floor on her knees — he yanked the panties from her mouth so hard he almost pulled her teeth out.
“Here it is –” he was hissing at her, struggling to stay quiet, panting like a steam engine, his fist flying over his oily, rigid prick. “Here it is, baby, here it comes — yeah here it comes, you bitch — yeah it’s cumming, open up! — open up, you preggo whore –”
Vanessa obediently opened her mouth as wide as she could, stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. Seconds later she heard him gasp and groan, and piping hot jets of her brother’s cum doused her lips and tongue, shot onto her cheek, dripped from her chin onto her belly. She sobbed aloud, much louder than she meant to, as he leaned close, gasping, and poured his cream into her mouth. It was hot and it was thick and salty-sweet, and she gobbled it all up greedily, rolling it over her tongue, feeling it squidge between her teeth. At last he stopped spasming against her lips, pulled out and, with a deep sigh and a curse, flopped down on the bed.
The selfsure little fucker, she thought, struggling to stand up, rubbing the hot droplets into her belly. So cocky, so pleased with himself.
She climbed onto the bed beside him, ran her fingers over his tiny nipples rapidly, making him jump. His eyes watched her as she leaned over him, brought her face close to his own. He knew what was coming only a half-second before she did it.
Her lips closed over his own and she thrust her tongue between them, deeply, letting his gooey cum slide into his mouth. He grunted in surprise but continued to accept her kiss as she thrashed her tongue about in his mouth, the sweet but somehow bleachy cream mingling with their own spit. She kissed him for several seconds until she heard him swallow.
When she broke away it was with a grin — a messy, sticky grin.
“Now,” she whispered, “was that so bad?”
“You little brat,” he croaked, laughing disbelievingly.
“Was that so bad?” she demanded, clamping her hand over his nuts.
“Ah! No –”
“That was good, wasn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“You liked it, didn’t you?”
“Yes — fuck yes, I did — ow!”
She released his tender balls and leaned back to survey him, her teeth clenched.
“Pussy,” she said.
“Slut.”
She smiled.
“God, I love you, Josh.”