His slit began to drool his heady fluid, and I lapped at it hungrily, eagerly awaiting the full onslaught I knew was on its way. I continued to fuck him with my mouth, drawing out his pleasure with my tight, wet embrace.
His breathing became harsher, and his cock swelled even harder, letting me know he was almost there. I moved back to the head, teasing the tip with my tongue, as I met his eyes again.
“You like to watch me do this, don’t you?” I said with a sexy grin.
“Oh god, you’re so beautiful.”
“Mmm,” I said, taking his cockhead into my mouth for a moment then loudly slurping off of it. “I can tell you’re getting close.”
“I’m just about there.”
“Do you want to come in my mouth?”
“Oh god, yes.”
I giggled and flicked my tongue on him. “Are you going to fill my mouth with your sweet cum?”
He was breathing harder, and only replied with a long, “Uhhhhhhhh.”
I slid my mouth over him, taking his swollen cockhead into me and sucking hard. At the same time, I rapidly flicked my tongue over the front. His reaction was immediate. His groans increased in pitch, and his hips lifted slightly as his hands gripped my hair tighter.
I continued my assault, driving him closer to the edge with each passing second, listening to his cries increase in intensity. Then he was silent, just for split second, and his muscles locked as he teetered on the precipice.
His head swelled in my mouth, and the base of his cock pulsed powerfully under my hand. A split-second later the first hot squirt of his seed jetted onto my tongue, as he loudly roared out his pleasure towards the ceiling. I felt like I was riding a bucking bronco as I held onto his cock, keeping it in my mouth as his body thrashed and convulsed.
A second spurt followed, harder than the first, spraying against the back of my throat. I swallowed quickly as jet after jet of his cream ejaculated into my mouth, coating my tastebuds with its salty, masculine flavor, sending my senses reeling. He continued to come, crying out his pleasure as his cock jerked and pulsed, his hands unconsciously holding my head down.
Finally, he relaxed back down onto the bed, and I felt the last of his seed drool weakly from his slit. I continued to suck and swallow, wanting every last drop he was giving me. When he began to soften, I licked him clean, including a small trail of his cum that had escaped my lips and ran down his shaft. Giving each of his balls a last tender kiss, I climbed up onto the bed, straddling his prone body and resting my pussy on his half-hard dick.
His eyes were closed, and I leaned over and watched his contented, handsome face with satisfaction. My brother was lying here sated because I had given him pleasure. Only me.
His eyelids fluttered open, and a soft smile crossed his lips as his eyes met mine.
“It’s never felt like that before,” he said, staring at me in wonder.
I grinned widely, full of pride.
His hand moved up behind my head, and he pulled me down. We kissed deeply, getting lost in each other as our tongues intertwined. My pussy was painting his slackened cock with my juices as I ground down on him.
Our lips parted, and he said, “Your turn.”
My grin returned.
He rolled us over and kissed me again, then moved off as he slid off the bed, taking my place kneeling on the carpet. His hands gripped me behind the knees, and he used his strength to position me on the bed, moving me to the edge so my ass was hanging over. Pressing my knees back and apart, he opened my pussy to his gaze. I imagined what he was seeing, from my smooth, plump outer labia, to the wet, slightly spread gap between them, with the glistening pink petals of my inner labia peeking out. With my legs up and back, he would see my grooved mound curve down to the base of my pussy, with the tight sphincter of my ass dotting it like an exclamation point.
I watched his face as he stared down at me, licking his lips.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said.
“I know you like it smooth.”
He looked up at me and smiled. I was sure he was thinking about the same thing I was. One day last summer, soon after Bobby and had I met online, he had asked if I shaved my pussy. When I told him I’d never tried that, he said he preferred to eat a girl who was clean-shaven, because it seemed to make her more sensitive, plus he liked the feeling of her skin on his face. I didn’t tell him I was going to do it, but the next time we talked I informed him I had taken the plunge, and had shaved my pussy completely bare. He asked me if I touched myself afterwards, and I told him no, I wanted to be talking with him when I had my first bare pussy orgasm. He laughed when I called it that, then walked me through my pleasure, guiding my fingers with his words. He was right, it did feel more sensitive, and I came so hard, I was sure at the time my brother could hear me in the room next door. Oh, the irony.
“I’ve dreamed about doing this to you,” he said, then leaned his head down, kissing me softly on the top of my pussy, right where my outer lips began.
“Oooh,” I breathed.
He held the kiss, and I felt his tongue slip out, probing between my puffy labia, worming gently into my folds.
‘Uhhh,” I moaned. My movements were limited by the way he was holding me, but I hunched my hips up slightly at him, encouraging him to continue.
His tongue parted my inner lips and found the erect nub of my clit, and I could feel my slippery juices coating both of us as his skin slid over mine, sending waves of pleasure crashing over me. I cried out loudly and found my nipples with my fingers, pinching them hard.
His invading tongue moved lower, abandoning my clit to delve into my depths, pressing past the entrance of my cunt and slithering into my tight hole. I could feel my inner muscles grasping at him, like a hungry animal needing fed.
He stiffened his tongue and fucked me with it, bobbing his head as he alternated between pressing deep and sliding back out. With each deep thrust, his face pressed against my spread pussy, and I felt the warmth of his face on my delicate inner membranes.
“Yesss,” I hissed, moving my hands from my breasts down to his head, taking fistfuls of his long hair in each, holding him tightly.
He changed up again, now running his tongue from the top of my slit to the bottom, then back up again, delving into my folds during the trip, parting them with his slick invasion. Every time he reached the top, he would swirl his tongue over my clit, sending jolts of pleasure shuddering through me. When he reached the bottom, he would lick up my honey that had accumulated there, and occasionally would add a teasing flick over my ridged anal ring, making me twitch in delight.
“Oh Brandon, yessss, feels so good, baby.”
I could feel the early beginnings of my orgasm begin to bubble deep inside me, and my breathing became regular, punctuated by groans on each exhale. Brandon picked up on the cues, and zeroed in on my clit, flicking over it quickly with a gentle touch. I cried out again from this new sensation, and pressed my brother’s face between my upturned thighs.
Without his tongue licking it away, my honey pooled at the base of my cunt, and I felt it trickling across my anus as it spilled over and ran down the valley of my ass cheeks.
I felt the pleasure in me contracting, coiling like a snake getting ready to strike. My brother continued to batter my clit with his tongue, flicking and licking, sucking and nibbling, driving me nearer and nearer to my climax.
I was taking air in big gulps, my breath ragged and harsh, and my soft cries continuous as my body twitched and shuddered uncontrollably.
Suddenly, my climax hit. My eyes bulged wide and my mouth ovaled into a load groan as the pleasure overwhelmed me. My cunt clenched and twisted as my nerve endings fired in rhythmic harmony, sending wave after wave of ecstasy pounding through me.
Brandon continued to lap at my core as he used his strength to hold me down. The muscles of my legs
