A Woman Obsessed

*Author's note: Just a little experiment with a narrative technique that's new for me. Hope you like it.*

Alyla hesitated, wondering if she should do this, take advantage and follow her urges. Her brother, two years older than her, had turned 21 a few months back, and had called her from the bar drunk and his friends gone. She had been hanging out with her best friend, Shea, and they went to pick him up and take him home. Now here she was alone with him, in the pitch dark of his room, his roommates gone or passed out in their own rooms, his legs hanging off the bed and him sprawled out across it.

Shea had waited in the car while Alyla helped him in the house and to his bed and even tho she knew she shouldn't, she had told herself that she knew he slept in his boxers and the temptation was too much, she finally had her chance, one she waited for for so long and decided to undo his jeans, one button at a time, realizing fairly quickly that Josh wasn't wearing boxers, he was free wheeling.

She stopped, seeing his head and shaft pressed against his pale skin. Josh was moaning, feeling a woman's presence near his half hard shaft, but Alyla knew he wasn't aware that it was her, his adopted sister, her hands so close, her face inches away from his 8 inch cock, so close he could probably feel her gasping breath on it.

She hesitated, debating. She had waited and fantasized about this for a year now, ever since she saw on his phone a short vid she never should have found. It was for his then girlfriend (he was single now) of him stroking himself. Ever since then she wasn't able to deny to herself the crush she always had; and she knew he liked black girls, he had always flirted with her friend Shea, built so much like herself, just a few inches taller and with a bigger booty.

Alyla never had a problem getting a date, she was 5'5, athletic... actually the number one ranked volleyball player in the state in highschool, and now a nationally recognized college athlete. Guys were always asking her out, in fact Josh was the only guy she ever met who didn't look at her 'that way' or hit on her, ever. Of course that made sense to her, I mean they grew up together. His parents adopted her when she was three and he was five and he was always a good older brother; protective and caring except for the usual sibling spats.

But here she was, in the dark, crouched on the floor, hands on his thighs, his jeans half off, him slightly moaning, while she was leaning over him, that large white head staring back at her, so close all she had to do was stick out her tongue to taste it... and her will power crumbling every second she hesitated.

He moaned again, his hips shifting; maybe because his jeans were half on and uncomfortable; maybe because even tho he was very drunk and almost passed out he was still aware of a woman there, so close to his now twitching cock. Alyla couldn't tell, and was ready to do what she knew was right, that is, get up and leave, after covering him that is. But then something happened, something she didn't expect but unconsciously hoped for, something she took as a sign.

He reached up and touched the side of her face feeling her soft skin, brushing his fingers up her cheek. She panicked for a minute, startled, expecting him to wake up, look at her, surprise and shock on his face... she was ready to bolt, and quick. But she realized he hadn't raised his head, hadn't looked up; he was still just laying on his back, his face turned to the side, it looked like he was finally sleeping. She sighed deeply, just now realizing she had been breathing so shallow it was almost like she had been holding her breath. Then it happened, the thing she took as a sign, as permission to do what she wanted. His hand stroked up her cheek, his fingers and palm turned, flat on her cheek, then moved around to the back of her head, and with gentle pressure pulled her face down to him.

She more than willingly followed Josh's gentle pressure, his pull. Alyla lowered her face, her parted lips to that swollen head staring at her, waiting for her, mesmerizing her. She was nervous, her hand shook, and she was afraid he'd wake up, realize it was her and freak the fuck out, she still hesitated. She glanced up at him, watching his turned face for any sign, any reaction of recognition; nothing. His breathing was slightly quickened, but he hadn't moved, except his gentle hand resting on the back of her head, and his hips moving ever so slightly, causing his cock to move and twitch.

Alyla grabbed it gently, lightly, touching it for the first time; it stiffened in her hand. She took a moment to feel it's girth, its hardness and smoothness, and wished desperately she could grab it harder, squeeze it, really grip it, but knew she couldn't for fear of waking him up and losing the moment. She repositioned herself carefully, quietly. She inched her face slowly towards his hard white cock with it's swollen head, biting her lower lip, then licking her thick lips getting them moist with the spit building up in her mouth, watering at the thought of what she was going to do, what she wanted to do, for a year now. Alyla couldn't believe this was real, that it was actually happening, that she was finally getting Josh's cock, at least in one way she wanted. Her only regret was that there was no light; it was pitch, and she really wished she could see his white shaft against the dark skin of her hand... and of course that he knew, she wished he knew it was her, that he wanted her the same way she wanted him.

Alyla pushed these thoughts from her mind knowing she would have to deal with them at some point, but now she only wanted to take advantage of this situation and taste his cock, make him cum for her, and besides time was pressing; Shea was waiting in the car and probably wondering what was taking so long.

She stroked Josh's thick cock slow and easy, gently, barely gripping it, before finally working up the nerve to stick her tongue out, the tip of her tongue touching just under the crown; she moaned, not able to stop it, then pressed her open mouth against his shaft. He moaned, his hips moved, and his hand felt firmer behind her head.

Alyla lost all control and inhibition. She slid her thick lips and her tongue, first down then up his long shaft, then bent her face over him and inhaled half his cock into her mouth. She wrapped her lips tight around him sucking hard, breathing in thru her nose as she did, her hand stroking him still.

His hips pushed up against her, thrusting into her face, his hand still holding the back of her head, a gentle pressure she loved feeling. She took more of him, pushing herself down more, feeling his cock enter her mouth, sliding over her tongue. She could hear him moaning more, his body moving more; she wanted to look up, to see if he was watching her suck his hard cock, but being on her knees, her face in his lap, his being across the bed side ways, legs off the side, she couldn't tell, and barely cared.

His taste was everything she hoped it would be, better maybe. She controlled her moans as best she could, keeping quiet but still they escaped her, and it was hard to control her own body, not wanting to move too much, still afraid the wrong move could ruin this whole experience.

She broke off to breathe but still stroked him, his hips kept moving, that slow push up, like he was slow fucking her hand; she loved that, and it made her wish again that there was some light to see by, hell she wanted to watch his white shaft push inside her dark lips... that made her wet, and she almost touched herself, but remembered where she was, her situation, and she was a loud cummer; she would scream if she made herself cum and besides, there was kind of a time limit, and she felt she was taking too long. Another regret, she really wished she could take her time and savor Josh's cock, the taste, the size, the hardness, and when it happened, his cum.

After a moment to catch her breath she went back to work on that cock, licking up the shaft, savoring it, running her tongue over his head, pursing her lips over it, all before taking him again. Alyla deep throated his 8 inches, taking him down to his base; spit and drool seeping from her mouth, around her lips, and the shaft filling her, even down into her throat, before pulling halfway off. That's when she really began to work him; stroking him faster, keeping her lips tight around his girth, bobbing her face up and down, and now really worrying he'd wake up; but he didn't, nothing changed. His head rolled from side to side, but he never looked at her, just on his back, hips slowly pushing into her hand and mouth.

She really began to wonder if maybe he was too drunk to cum, that she had done all this and wouldn't get to taste his salty jizz. That would be disappointing; she really wanted to make him cum, for her, explode in her mouth, but she was thinking she'd have to be satisfied just getting to touch him, taste him, feel his hardness in her mouth, god she wanted more than that.

Just when Alyla thought about giving up, her jaw sore, lips going numb, her wrist tired, she felt him twitch in her mouth. She knew what that meant (not her first blowjob of course). She redoubled her efforts; sucking in harder, getting her pace just right; her stroking hand hitting just under his crown as her tightened lips wrapped the very top of his swollen tip before going down again, more determined than ever.

She felt it on her tongue, that first bit of wetness, his precum shooting out, that extra bitter, extra salty precum. Her grip tightened, she stroked a little faster, squeezing his shaft a bit harder... she knew she was running the risk of waking him but she couldn't help it. Alyla needed it, needed him to cum, needed to taste it, feel it's warmth on her tongue, feel it coat her mouth, hit her throat; she had to have it.

Another twitch, then another; and ohhh then it happened, that thing she needed, craved so much. She felt him stiffen, she sucked harder, Alyla tightened her lips more, pressed her tongue against his shaft, making sure she pressed just under his crown, holding her face steady, his cock half way in her mouth and stroked him until he exploded. His cum ejaculated hard and fast, six to seven times he shot his cum load in her mouth.

Alyla just kept stroking, but she did ease up a little. She did everything she could to take it all, every drop. She didn't allow her mouth to relax, to open letting Josh's cum drip out, no, she kept it air tight, her eyes shut so hard they began to water. She swallowed what she could trying not to choke on it and kept the rest in her mouth, swishing it around her tongue and his cock until he was finally done.

She was dripping and she knew her yoga pants would be stained, but didn't care, she had blown Josh, made him cum for her, swallowed it, and relished the salty taste of his thick jizz on her tongue. She wasn't even sure what part was her favorite. Sucking and tasting his 8 inch cock? Making him cum? The taste of his cock and cum? The pride in taking it all and not spilling his load, not even a drop, even tho he came like seven spurts in her mouth? She didn't know, it was all her favorite thing, all these things, and yes, she was proud of her performance, proud she made him, while drunk, cum so much for her.

Alyla did have a moment there after, looking at his shrinking cock, listening to his moans. In his drunk delirium he had let slip a few mumbled, barely audible 'fuuck', 'ahhhs', and such, but never once looked up. Now so worked up herself she briefly considered riding him, taking him in her, but knew she couldn't, and that he most definitely couldn't, and that if she tried, he'd certainly wake up. She had fucked a couple of guys, but they weren't as big as Josh, and they weren't that many, her tightness would squeeze him hard, and may even hurt, definitely her and probably him as well, and as has been mentioned, she was a screamer.

As she straightened herself out to leave, she pulled his jeans back up as best she could, felt her face and around her mouth for his cum, and quietly shut his door and left, creeping quietly downstairs and out the door wondering if she would ever get the chance to fuck him, take him inside her, wrap her strong legs around him, feel him over her, hear him say her name as he came inside her, make her cum all over his shaft.

When Alyla got home she couldn't get to her room fast enough (Shea didn't say anything, she had been too busy on her phone to realize how long Alyla had been gone), quickly stripping her clothes off, getting her vibe out, bending her knees, running her hands over her own thighs, before getting close enough to feel her own heat. It didn't take long, imagining his cock sliding inside her, remembering how it felt in her hand; hard, heavy, and warm; how it tasted and felt on her tongue, how his cum shot out hitting her throat; it's warmth and thickness, coating the inside of her cheeks, how hard it was to swallow, it's saltiness. And one of her favorite parts, how his hand felt on the back of her head, she loved that and wanted that again. Alyla came quick, the vibrator on high inside her, how quickly she thrust it in and out of herself. She clenched her jaw tight, biting her lip, holding in her scream, her body tensing hard as the orgasm washed over her. When it was over she turned the vibe off, but still gently rode it into herself, while pinching her hardened dark nipples, and feeling her tits, caressing them, imagining Josh doing that to her, until she finally passed out, exhausted.

After that night Alyla would only date white guys, and then only if there was something that reminded her of Josh; his short black wavy hair, dark eyes, his slight but toned build, his height. She never stayed with any of them long, but it would help if their cock was close to his size and that cum thick and extra salty.

Her favorite positions were doggy or reverse cow girl, so she wouldn't have to see their face. Alyla wanted to imagine Josh. She usually kept her eyes closed, imagining his hands grabbing her wide dark hips, spreading her open, sliding that long 8 inches inside her wet pink, his firm but gentle hands lightly smacking her ass making her squeal and shout, drawing out her long moans and making her pant and breathe hard. Or his hands on her head, her face, sliding his shaft in her mouth, holding her head still while he fucked her mouth.

In her mind it was always Josh driving into her, pushing in, excitement growing, leading to him pounding inside her, throbbing and cumming, pumping that salty jizz into her, leaning over her at the end, both covered in sweat, breathing hard, his cock quivering inside against her walls, until it softened enough to slip out on it's own.

The lights were almost always off or at least dimmed way down low, unless whoever she was with wanted to cum on her, blowing their load all over, usually her chest or face. She understood that, that the guy wanted to see. She knew there was no point for a guy to cum on her if he couldn't watch his cock explode all over her, watch her reaction, see his jizz splatter on her face or tits; she got the appeal of it and actually she didn't mind. If she was on her knees sucking a guys cock, she would hold her face up, close her eyes and wait to feel the first splash of cum on her cheek, forehead, or her lips. Sometimes if the guy wanted she'd hold her tits up, push them together and wait, but her eyes would always be closed, in her mind watching Josh stroke his cock in front of her, giving her his cum. If they pulled out while fucking her she kinda liked it when the guy would grab her and flip her on her back, climb over her and stroke until he exploded cum all over her body. She would just close her eyes and take it, and smear their cum on her dark skin, streaking it with white jizz everywhere. Would that turn Josh on, would he like to see his adopted black sister do that for him? She liked to think he would, that it would keep him hard to fuck her again.

There were things that annoyed her about getting fucked by these other guys, tho. They always had to talk, say things while fucking her, or getting blown by her, she didn't like that; none of them ever sounded like Josh, and there were times when their talking threw her off and broke her focus, dragging her mind away from her chosen fantasy.

No matter what they said, she was usually already imagining Josh saying it. How much they loved her thick lips around their cocks, how hot it was watching her with her dark skin taking a white dick, and if they had thick cum? how much of a turn in it was seeing those white sticky jizz globs on her skin, running down and streaking her black skin, or what seemed to be their favorite thing: cumming on her face, so they could watch it drip over and down her broad nose and down either cheek. But the thing that annoyed her the most was when she was sucking a cock and they wanted to watch, and told her to look up at them, eyes open; she hated that, and that was usually the last time with that guy; nothing ruined her fantasy more than that, except maybe a guy on top of her. She stopped letting that happen early on tho. Alyla only wanted to do that with Josh, only wanted to look into his face, only wanted his eyes looking into hers while fucking her.

This went on for something like two years, dating these white guys, fantasizing about Josh while fucking these others for a few weeks or a month before moving on to another whenever she couldn't maintain the thought of him. Two years before another opportunity arose for Alyla to have him.

They were both at home at their parents for a long holiday break, the parents being gone for a few days visiting friends out of town. Those few nights were long for Alyla. She tossed and turned, the thought of him in his old room just down the hall, she in hers, alone. They had taken this time to hang out a lot, staying up late sitting on the couch watching movies, playing video games, the proximity was killing her and driving her crazy, and every night ended the same; hanging out as long as possible, going to bed alone, fingering herself, cumming (while trying to keep from screaming), and falling asleep unsatisfied.

She flirted as much as possible without throwing herself at him, trying to get his attention. She would wear short shorts showing her legs off, tanks or tube tops, anything to get a look from him including needlessly creating situations to touch him, but nothing seemed to work and it was taking it's toll on her.

Three or four days in after staying up late day after day, he had gone to bed before her, doing the usual and leaving his door open just a crack. Alyla had decided to take a late shower trying to calm down and get herself to think about something, anything else, anything but him.

She pulled on her pink slip over her head, the one she always slept in, it was short, just to her hips while still in the bathroom. She had lingered in there taking her time and slipping out quietly she looked at his just barely open door and hesitated.

That night two years ago slammed into her mind hard, flooding her with the memory of it, and before she knew what she was doing she approached his bedroom door quietly and slowly pushed it open, and stood there, peering in.

Her breathing stopped, she could see him laying on his bed, some faint light from the street coming in thru his windows. Two more steps in, still by the door she stopped again. Her breath catching, her chest heaving. Josh lay there on his bed and it was hard to see at first but he was wearing his boxers, and that's when she noticed something odd about his position.

Even tho he was wearing boxers, his hand was resting there, and under it his half hard cock was out, slipped thru that little slit. She looked at his face, but his eyes were closed, his breathing seemed normal... but what was that?