Book 03 Chapter 01: Mouse's Wedding
<8 Monday: Second Proposal
Another ocean wave lapped at their feet and calves. His cock plunged deeply into her with its arrival, in rhythm with the waves, as it seemed to her that it had been doing for hours. A warm, soft breeze had been passing over them since the beginning of the evening. Now it passed unnoticed, driven from her mind by more pressing sensations.
"That's it, Michael," she purred as his cock stretched her yet again, filling her completely. "Fuck your baby sister, Michael, fuck me good."
"You fuck me so good," she added in a soft squeal, almost a whimper. "You fuck your little Mona-Mouse so good."
This was their third time today, and her lover, her brother, was now staying hard for as long as he wished, giving her pleasure without end. The Mexico sky was deep, dark blue-black, sprinkled with points of white. The moon was bright and full, floating amidst a few small scattered clouds that gleamed themselves with the moonlight. The dark ocean sparkled with that same soft moon-glow, and reflected the dimly lit clouds in shimmers.
This was it, Mouse thought, the most romantic and utterly unsurpassable fuck of her entire life. Her brother was taking her on a scenic, secluded beach, filling her, possessing her, and not letting her go.
His fingers found her nipples again with his marvelous hands. His touch had been gentle and exploring at first, but now it was firm, almost rough, as he lost himself in his passions. She loved that, when his large hands completely encompassed her sweet, little tits, when his grip was firm, almost harsh, as if he were subduing her, restraining her, keeping her only for himself, keeping the rest of the world away from her body. She loved being his. She also loved knowing that her body could make him lose control, that her sedate, reserved, even timid brother could go wild, just for her, when she wanted.
Mona knew how to fuck on a beach. She had refused to let sand get painfully in where it didn't belong. That was the smart, worldly wise part of Mouse taking over, at the beginning. So Michael lay on his back with his feet just at the edges of the incoming waves, letting them wash up against his ankles before receding. She lay on her back on top of him. First she let her mouth explore and tease his neck, ears and mouth while his hands caressed her aimlessly. They giggled and kissed and looked at the stars. He fondled her while they talked about nothing, and tender things and dirty things.
After a while, tiny, little Mona had settled back on the chest of her giant of a brother, looking up at the beautiful night sky. She slipped her pussy onto his wonderful cock, slowly, lovingly, taking him at first only bit by bit, wiggling her way down, relishing the sensation of every fresh touch that his cock head found inside of her. She pretended that it was touching her there for the very first time, that he was the first man to ever enter her, and that every sensation was fresh and new.
He had artfully peeled her florescent green bathing suit aside. It was a wickedly skimpy affair, the kind you can get away with in Mexico, what they call a "slingshot thong". It left her ass and hips completely exposed, the suit itself just covering the anus, with two strands of cloth that came up the front from her crotch, widening just enough to cover her nipples, no more, leaving most of the flesh and curves of her pert, round tits exposed, inside and outside. It then looped around her neck and rejoined to stretch down her back into the crack of her adorable ass.
She'd had to shave her pussy clean to wear it, except for a narrow strip she left purposely so that Michael, and everyone else, could just see it peeking out above the fabric "V". That swimsuit let her brother, and all of the men at the resort, see almost everything and spend all day wishing they could see more. Michael didn't like having his little sister "eye raped" all day. He wanted her to cover up, or to wear something more conventional. It was sweet. She'd told him she wanted them to ogle her, to lust after her, and she wanted Michael to think about the fact that while they looked, only he could touch, only her loving big brother could touch.
And now that was just what he was doing, with complete abandon. She'd left the suit on, but he'd pulled it aside, exposing her nipples to the moonlight and letting his massive hands cup and squeeze and pinch and kneed her breasts and nipples. And they'd both eagerly pushed the fabric aside at her pussy, letting his sturdy cock invade her delightfully.
Another wave tickled their legs, higher and further now than when they'd first started, as the tide came in. And again her lover's hips lifted them both forcefully off of the sand, plunging his cock in to the hilt. Mouse screamed this time without restraint, "Oh, God, Michael! Oh, God, your big brother cock is so good, Michael, so fucking good in me!"
As she howled the words at the empty sky, a small part of her really hoped that they'd moved far enough down the beach that no one would hear her, because now that she'd started, she couldn't stop. She was starting to come now in fits, with brief, recurring little orgasms, and she was going to feel and scream her love for her brother with every thrust, and her climaxes would be stronger and louder each time. And he was obviously going to keep it up for quite a while longer.
Michael's muscles relaxed, lowering them back down to the sandy beach. As the waves and his cock and the sensation receded again, just a bit, she found some room for more coherent thought.
"I love you, Michael," she breathed into his cheek. She planted a quick kiss on the stubble beneath his chin, then let her eyes wander over his face, drinking it in. He was eleven years her senior, so much older and so mature. The beginnings of crows feet showed around the edges of his eyes, and more than an occasional gray hair speckled the growing stubble on his chin. She loved that.
He was so familiar to her, not just because he was her brother, or because they now spent so much time together, so closely. She could see her own face hidden in his. It was like looking in a mirror, looking at herself as she would be were she born a six foot tall ogre of a man, instead of a five foot tall nymph of a woman.
And then his cock lifted and filled her again.
"Oh, God, I love you Michael! I love you, I love you, I love your cock, your brother cock!" she screamed.
Mouse did adore his cock, almost as much as his hands and his smile and his eyes. She adored all of him, and she loved reminding them both of their incestuous relationship with each other. It made their love making special. It made their fucking right, because the world said it was wrong, but they both wanted it so badly that they did it anyway, willfully, joyfully, wickedly.
"I love you too, Mouse," he exhaled into her ear as he subsided again.
"Will you marry me?" he asked tenderly, unexpectedly.
Mouse hesitated, panicked, then his cock lifted her again off the sand and into the sky. Yes, she screamed in her head. Yes, yes, she would marry him, she'd be his wife and his sister and she'd fuck him like this every night, he would fill her every night. But she bit her tongue, she bit back the answer, and she moaned and squealed wordlessly instead.
His cock abandoned her again, not completely, but still too much. She felt a sudden loss, an emptiness, a loneliness, and quickly moved her hands to his, pressing them hard against her breasts, making sure he still held her tightly. She felt the ring on her left hand touch the ring on his, gold on cold gold. Her eyes opened wide to stare up at the star filled sky. Ask me again, she thought, ask me again and I'll say yes.
His hands slid down, leaving her breasts to the moonlight, tracing a gentle, sinuous path across her ribs, across the taught muscles of her abdomen, then further still. The sensation grew, not quite a tingling, but a pleasant, spreading burn. It radiated from his fingertips, wherever they went, expanding further out the closer he got to her hot, wet, tortured slit. Then one finger, one thick, strong finger, found her clitoris and traced a series of quick, tight circles around it. Mouse inhaled sharply.
She clenched her teeth as Michael took the swell of her clitoris between his thumb and finger and squeezed and massaged it like he had her nipples. He pressed, and rubbed and circled all at once, sparking a growing thrill. His other hand gently caressed the crease between her thighs and groin, first one side, then the other, while that one magical finger and thumb tormented and teased the center of all her pleasures.
Then she was rising into the air, up to the stars, as he lifted them both again, and her cunt was deliciously, achingly filled. His cock stretched and skewered her, tickling the moist, soft flesh deep inside her. Another scream escaped her throat, a long, piercing animal cry.
"Please marry me, Mouse, please," he begged her, but in a voice of deep command.
