When Eric finally went upstairs, he heard water running from Carrie's bathroom and walked past Ellie's door to go into his own room, carefully locking the door behind him. Stripping down to his underwear and a t shirt, he went quietly through his bathroom door and then through to Ellie's room. As he poked his head in the door, she looked up immediately and smiled, mouthing the word "Hi!" as she stepped all the way in. He tiptoed across the room to make sure Ellie's door to the hallway was locked before finally walking back to sit on the edge of her bed next to her.
Eric leaned over to kiss Ellie full on the mouth and felt her open her lips to accept his tongue as soon as he did. His hand went to her breasts and he could feel that she wasn't wearing a bra through the thin fabric of the soft t-shirt she was wearing. His hand snaked up under the bottom edge of her shirt and slid across the warm, and impossibly soft, skin of her stomach, before finally attaining a handful of her luscious boobs.
Ellie broke off from his kiss to sit up and pull her shirt over her head. Her eyes locked on Eric's face to drink in the reaction he had to seeing her topless. She reached down and scooted her panties down under her butt, before sliding them off of her legs, to lay completely naked beneath him, her eyes twinkling with flirty desire and the thrill of letting Eric see her this way. Eric lowered his head to her chest and took one of her puffy areolas into his mouth, like a soft pink marshmallow of fleshy joy that he just couldn't get enough of by seeing and touching.
Ellie's fingers slid along his scalp and locked together in his thick wavy hair, as her other hand wrapped around the back of his thick strong neck, and pulled him toward her. She gasped at the intense pleasure of having her brother sucking her tit and lightly pinching her hard pink nipples between his firm lips as he rose to the tip each time.
Eric paused to pull off his shirt and then stood up to pull down his underwear. He hadn't even managed to sit back down on the bed before Ellie had reached out to grab a handful of his thick, throbbing dick as his mouth found hers again. Breathing through her nose, Ellie could smell her own excitement and felt the familiar twinge of anxiety as she wondered if Eric would find it unpleasant. No guy had ever said anything, but she had always wished that girls didn't make a smell like that when they were turned on.
For Eric's part, the smell of Ellie's pussy would be forever linked to the most exciting events of his life. He thought it was the scent of sexual intoxication and the aroma of the dream-like impossibility of everything Ellie had done with him. It was the perfume of joy and carnal enchantment and its presence was simply a confirmation that he was about to enjoy another visit to the most wonderful place he had ever been.
Eric lifted his mouth off of Ellie's, even as her lips tugged his tongue regretfully. "There's something I really want to do," His voice was barely above a whisper. He kissed her lightly on the lips, the chin, her nipple and her stomach as he slid down her bed. He paused at the top of her thigh, halfway between her hip and her pussy as the rest of his body aligned itself between her legs. He looked up to find Ellie watching him and he had a hard time reading her expression as her eyes locked into his.
Eric's tongue reached out at and gently brushed the uppermost folds of her pussy, even as his eyes never left Ellie's. Her mouth tightened into a tight little 'o' shape even as the muscles of her stomach contracted and a shudder went through her entire body. Her legs slowly parted and Eric lowered his chin to allow his tongue to make a slow, gentle furrow from bottom to top along the surface of her pulsating labia. Ellie let out a small gasp and her hips rotated upward to try to extend and intensify the sensation of having her brother's tongue sliding along the outer folds of her sex. As Eric looked up to find her eyes again, he found hers locked in with his and reflecting an insatiable hunger for more of his mouth on her.
For her part, Ellie had never enjoyed receiving oral sex. The few times that guys had done it for her she felt were spoiled by her own self-consciousness, about whether all girls could smell themselves when they were excited, and the fact that they had really only given her a handful of indifferent licks that were followed by an immediate attempt to poke their dicks into her pussy or mouth. She had been left with a sense of being relieved that it was over and convinced that it would never live up to how one imagined it was before you experienced it. Much like finally tasting your first beer in somebody's garage, or backyard, and wondering why the people in the commercials always seemed to be so enthusiastic about it.
If she had to initially fight the urge to ask Eric to stop out of embarrassment, the look in his eyes after his tongue had touched her dispelled every bit of anxiety she had ever felt. He had looked at her like she was a goddess. Instead of an obligation, Eric had embraced her throbbing pussy like it was a sacred portal, meant to be approached with reverence and awe. She couldn't remember any guy looking at her like that and it was the most gratifying sensation that she'd ever experienced during sex. Eric had barely touched her and he had already given her more pleasure with his eyes than any guy previously had been able to with their entire body. Ellie reached down, to entwine her fingers in the crown of Eric's hair, as she lifted and spread her knees, like an exotic flower, blooming in time lapse photography.
Eric slid his shoulders up under the bottom of Ellie's thighs and felt her small feet touch lightly down onto his muscled back. He began taking deeper and deeper passes through the folds of her beautifully pink pussy now opened before him, noting how she responded each time his tongue reached the apex and slid over the tiny hard nub of flesh that extended itself shyly to meet his tongue each time.
Remembering the effect his finger had, he extended his tongue as deeply as he could into the upper folds of her pussy and licked upward as he brought it back out to the top. Ellie gave a small cry as her hips lifted and rolled with the motion of his tongue, her stomach and chest undulated with the movement of her spine and her body froze in an arch as a shock wave of pleasure washed over her from the detonation Eric's tongue had coaxed from her body.
Ellie looked down at Eric, his eyes closed as he focused intently on his work as her second hand joined her first in winding her fingers through his hair while her hips rode his tongue and she pulled him deeper into the throbbing epicenter of her consuming pleasure. Eric brought up his finger underneath his chin and slid it further back into the tightly clenching sides of her pussy than his tongue could reach. He felt her body tighten around his finger as the tip trailed along the roof of her pussy and the smooth skin and warm, firm flesh of her thighs pressed against the sides of his neck.
Ellie struggled to comprehend how much better this felt than anything she'd imagined from reading or hearing about oral sex. The sensitivity and writhing flexibility of Eric's thick long tongue as it worked through, and around, her pussy was unlike anything she'd ever been able to do for herself, let alone anything another man had ever done for her. As Eric had added the reach of his finger she'd felt like a fairy tale princess, whose body was being pleasured by a whole host of enchanted beings.
When Eric added a second finger, and began sliding them in and out, as his tongue danced around the upper folds of her pussy, she couldn't restrain the rising waves of pleasure that lifted her up onto a crest of tingling light. She held there, suspended in a frozen moment of ecstasy, that lingered there impossibly, before finally flinging her into a maelstrom of shuddering bliss as her body rode each grinding spasm of pleasure. Her hips rode Eric's fingers and tongue until she could no longer bear his touch, pushing him firmly away, restraining his mouth by her fingers, locked tightly in his hair, as her head slowly rocked from side to side and her chin reached for the ceiling above her.
