My brother came in my mouth as I sucked on his fat, uncircumcised cock. I stroked my clit in a frantic circular rubbing as his cum assaulted my taste buds with its salty goodness. I squealed on his thick dong as my pussy contracted, some hot cream streaming over my clit and fingers in the process. I normally didn't cum this hard masturbating, but this hot and wild sex with my little bro as of late had really been turning me on. It was forbidden, illegal everywhere, in fact, and that's what made it explosive.
I popped my mouth off the tip of his bulbous cock, some semen dripping from my sultry lips. I was twenty-three now, just turned twenty-three last Friday, and my little bro was twenty-one, and right now...he was the only man for me.
Both of us were attractive. I had thick, straight black hair in a pixie cut, an hourglass body, a cute and innocent (HA!) face, big D-sized breasts with chocolate brown nipples in the middle of their pale centers, and a heart-shaped butt that was to die for. If I could clone myself, I'd fuck myself in a heartbeat, and I was not the bi-curious type. Jason, however, was the perfect athlete in build. He was tall with well-toned muscles, tanned skin, wavy black hair, and a dreamy face with smoldering brown eyes. I had always thought he was a looker, and sometimes I'd masturbate to the thought of fucking him, but I never thought that any of those fantasies would come true. Now we were an item, a secret and taboo item, and I wouldn't have it any other way.
His chest is a board of well-fit muscle. Every time I stroke his chest, pinch his small brown nipples, I feel my stomach twitch. His arms, his legs, his skin...they're all like magic made into reality, like some master wizard had crafted him out of perfect clay and breathed life into him. His face is square but cute, with those bright and intelligent brown eyes and lines of black brows above them, his broad lips always so cheerful and fun when he smiles. His ears are specimens in themselves, unblemished and perfectly symmetrical. I even love licking his little brown butthole, and I revel in it when I stroke him off and feel his anus tighten around the middle finger of my left hand when the tip of his thick cock starts squirting hot cum.
One of the most surprising and most incredible things about my little bro is his cock. It's a thick beast, as wide around as a golf ball when swollen with erectile blood, and it's a little over eight inches long. Plus, Jason had been shaving his crotch for two years now, so when I looked at his huge bald cock that first time...I nearly came right then. In comparison, I had never shaved my pussy; it was a big hairy thing that I considered kind of ugly, but Jason loved to eat it out, and he loved to fuck it even more.
The first time he slid into me was last Friday. We were both drunk after my party with my friends down at the East Wing Pub on Lake Street, but we were driven home by my sober best friend, Karey. You see, Jason and I lived together in an apartment we both shared rent on while attending the local State University. Most people considered it bad for a brother and sister to live together while attending college, but we'd already lived together with our parents for all of the time we'd been alive, so living together now to save money just made sense.
We'd stumbled into our apartment that night laughing and joking around. He went to his bedroom and laid down on his bed, but I followed him in because...I didn't really know what I was doing. I was drunk, and I had a fetish for him, so I followed him in against my own common sense. He asked me what I was doing, so I made up the excuse that he hadn't given me his present yet. He really hadn't given me a present yet, and I knew he was going to get me one as soon as he could, but I gave him that excuse anyway.
Jason told me he'd get me one that weekend. I told him I wanted my present now. My heart was pounding in my chest, my breathing was fast even though I was drunk, and I had an erection, wet between my legs. He repeated himself about getting me a present over the weekend, but I ignored him. I got onto the bed with him and draped my body over his. He gave me the strangest look as I straddled his muscular right leg and locked my legs around it. I kissed him square on the lips, moved my tongue into his mouth, but he didn't try to push me off. His breathing quickened as I rubbed myself against his leg, and my clit was as hard as a rock, vibrating underneath the rose-leaf hood that protected it.
I stopped kissing him, and he looked up at me as if seeing me for the first time.
"What are you doing, Trish?" he asked.
I moaned a little as I rubbed against him like a dog would hump its master's leg. I opened my lips to let out a slight gasp of pleasure as I closed my eyes and raised my head for a moment, then I lowered my head and stared directly into his dark eyes.