Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Brother & Sister Pleasure: Ep9

But something else was also happening. The previously mentioned precarious nature of the fly of my boxers meant that, as I humped into my sister's ass, my penis was starting to pop free. I could feel the fabric of my sister's panties tickle the skin of my dick with each press.

Lucy must have felt it too. She reached back with her hand, stopping our coupling. I thought, once again, that she was drawing the line.

Instead, she pulled her panties down her legs and tossed them off. She lay back down on her tummy.

"Lucy, are you sure?" I asked. The argument roiled inside me; I could almost picture a chivalrous knight fighting a crazed barbarian. A funny metaphor for what I was feeling. And I'm sure you can figure out who was winning.

My sister tapped her headphones, as if to say that she couldn't hear me over her music. I supposed that was my answer. I took off my own underwear. Both of us were now naked from the waist down. I lay down on top of my sister. My cock nestled in that most precarious of places.

Bare skin to bare skin. I could feel the heat of her pussy, emanating out like a tiny sun. My hardness against her soft, wet spot. I didn't need to move; this was already beyond anything I'd ever felt.

But I did move. I pressed down. Lucy rubbed up at the same time. The two of us groaned in unison. We didn't need words. We humped against each other. Totally connected. Well, almost totally. Our bodies decided to fix that distinction for us. The first time, the head of my penis grazed my sister's pussy so slightly, I hardly noticed.

The second time, my dick actually held for a moment, right at the entry to Lucy's pussy, before slipping away.

The third time, my cock actually went inside. No more than an inch. Barely the head of my head. And yet.

Both of us froze there. Right on the precipice of penetrative sex. I waited for my sister to tell me 'no.' I waited for my own conscience to cry out. None of that happened.

I pushed forward a little further. My older sister lifted her hips to ease my passage. My head snuck in. Halfway down my shaft. I pulled back. Thrust again. Lucy grunted. Finally, I was fully buried inside my sister's body.

me. Her expression was unreadable -- a mix of total joy

pushed forward. My sister's face twisted as the sensation overtook her. Eyes rolled back. Lips curled. She

all those familiar noises I'd known from before

wetness, it was like nothing I'd ever experienced. Amplifying everything from simple sex to something beyond what

sister. I couldn't get past that fact. It was integral to the experience. The wrongness of what we were doing. The rightness of it. Everything about the physical

shirt, was still more than enough. I squeezed those massive mounds, using them like handholds, as I humped my sister from behind. I didn't ever want this to end. "Getting... close," Lucy said. Her voice strained. God, I wanted her to cum so bad.

aware, then, of what we were doing. Had done. The

"Don't stop," Lucy said.

-- Lucy trying

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Lucy said it again.

"Trying..."

arched and shimmied. Rubbed and

out of her like steam. Pitch rising

detail on the back of my eyelids. Heard it so often, I could write it as a symphony. Even smelled it, her femininity filling

Air tight. Her butt slammed downward. Her back arched. We don't need to invent a cock-milking machine. My sister already

low deep rumble I could barely

penis turned into a spark, racing fire

my body. I jammed my dick as deep as it would go. Squeezed Lucy's breasts so hard, there would be

me, enduring her own ecstasy. She told me after, feeling my hot cum splash against her cervix had triggered a chain

shook. Wordless, primal sounds escaped her lips. She came like she was crazed by it. Like I'd unlocked the