This story makes much more sense if you begin with Helping my Brother the first Chapter.
Enjoy.
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I had sex with my Brother Nick and was now laying in bed with him on his boat during our fishing trip.
Before falling asleep I had run through all the ramifications of what I had done, including how I could possibly sexually satisfy two men. The word which kept running through my head was incest, sex with my brother. But it didn't feel like incest at all, but then I had no idea what it would be like except for how incredible my body felt. I'd never had feelings for Nick until he shared that his wife Suzanne was refusing him sex, which set everything in motion.
My very last thoughts before drifting off were of a more carnal nature, centered around how fucking hot the sex had been and what a great lover he was. God, my body was singing. Nick was sleeping next to me, and before drifting off myself I lay listening to his breathing in the dark, and the feel of his warmth. Unable to resist I ran my fingers through the dark bush of his crotch, letting the wiry hairs catch between my fingers. He was so delicious, so powerful, and these were the feelings which worried me. I would fall in love with him, was in love with him, and want this wonderful cock for my very own, still remembering its hum inside of me. Yes, I would want to feel it all again, again again and...I am getting wet just thinking about it.
Fuck.
I lay like that with his thick cock wrapped in my hand, feeling the pulse of its heart beating and wondering what he tasted like?
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Chapter 2
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I woke slowly, could feel the gentle rocking of the boat in the pitch dark night, wrapped in Nick's powerful arms. Oh, our bed was so warm and I was so relaxed and comfortable. My back was to him, his soft breath on my shoulder; and I could feel in the blackness, his hard cock pressed right into my back. But what I realized next was his hand sliding lightly over my hip.
God, he was so hard, I could feel its length running up my spine. That beautiful cock. I felt giddy at where I was and guilty for feeling so wonderful.
His hand continued to move softly along my hip bone, curling his fingers so their tips tickled my golden bush, probably why I woke up. His breath at the nape of my neck was hot, and when I felt the head of his cock slide lower down my back and across my bum my whole body tingled. He was positioning himself behind me, sliding lower, lower, mmmmmm, god. Fuck, I could feel it slipping between my legs, that little space opening up right at the bottom of my butt. Fuck, it was thick. His hand gripping me tighter around my waist as he pressed, rolling me forward a little. My breath caught in my throat, oh god, he wants to fuck me again, and I was instantly wet. I tried to hold myself still, but could not resist responding as I pressed myself back against him, feeling his length push further between my legs. Unable to resist, I feigned a stretch and slipped one leg forward, opening my cunt to his play.
Play with me sweet, oh god I itch.
His cock, once nestled in began to slide lightly, back and forth, back and forth, and with each pass I could feel myself moistening and opening. His movement was insistent, he was plowing me, tickling my hairs, and spreading my pussy lips open until the tip of his cock was burrowing right into my wet slit. I was creaming as my juices began to flow, it became impossible to stay still, my hips began moving in a rhythmic undulation. I felt like sighing, moaning, whimpering when suddenly he froze. Did I make a noise? Can he tell I am awake? Shit. Don't stop! I lay utterly motionless trying to hold my breath as even as possible, feigning sleep.
Oh god, that itch. Oh god, play, move on me. Oh, how I wanted this.
His cock held still, nestled between my legs, when I felt his breath fanning my ear, "Sara? Sara. You awake?"
"Hmmmm." I sighed, as if rousing.
"Sara, I NEED you. I want you, again."
His words tickling my ear and I turned my head so my cheek touched his. The insistence, so delicious. Not, he wanted to have sex, but he NEEDED me.
Still feigning sleep, I pretended to rouse myself, "Hmmmm." Looking into the darkness toward him, "Baby. Again? What time is it?"
Oh God, he is so strong. In the pitch black night I am enveloped by a demon. It is a dream, it felt like dreaming and I was still half asleep. My voice sounded like a kittens, my words were mewing out of me. I felt so small and surrounded, so female. His arms on me, his smell, his cock between my legs as I pressed my ass into his hips. His hand began trickling over my tummy, playing at the edge of my bush below my navel. I can't get over how gentle those big hands were.
All these thoughts happened simultaneous, when his response to my question of the time brought me back. He answered, "I don't know." Then added, "You are so beautiful, you feel so good. I NEED you." His cock again moving, pressing deep between my legs at the word need, its hunger, its touch, and the thought of being needed. His body needing mine. I was his instrument, play me, the hammer striking its string. Play away. Yes.
I am thinking 'Yes! My lover yes,' but remaining calm I say, "K" and open my legs further to him.