He used his other hand to tease her nipples, which were not aroused, but soon began to peak under his teasing and feather-light ministrations. His index delved deeper into her labias, gliding down into the moistness and brushing over her opening. There was no reaction. Melchiorre thanked god that his sister had always been a heavy sleeper, and began to move that finger back and forth against it, rubbing and rubbing, trying to stimulate her body enough to naturally provide lubrication without arousing her too much that she woke up.
Had he not done this successfully before with previous girlfriends, Melchiorre probably would have botched it. But he knew what he was doing.
He leaned over her breast to slick one nipple with his saliva before refocusing his attention on her face once more. His one hand began to gently massage the mound. The index finger of his other hand continued to rub in slow circles over her sex, pressing a little at the opening in a sort of tease. For several minutes Melchiorre worked his sister while she slept. Her body responded as programmed to do, but her consciousness remained blissfully unaware.
Finally, when Melchiorre decided his sister's pussy had readied itself enough for intercourse, he stood and began to gently, carefully pry her legs apart. He bent her knees and spread them, and he slowly, inch by excruciating inch, crawled onto the mattress between them. It was a good, firm mattress, otherwise his added weight no doubt would have jiggled the bed too much and woken Rina. Still, he paused once he was kneeling between her spread legs, watching her face first for awareness, then letting his gaze slide down her supple body to rest on the shadowed area of her crotch.
Realizing he was breathing a little too hard in anticipation and lust, Melchiorre took a moment to calm himself, allowing his fingers to play idly in her dewy curls and brush the damp velvety petals of her sex.
Finally, he carefully wrapped his hands around her calves and lifted them, slowly, inch by inch, dragging her down a smidgen so that her thighs were draped over his thighs. Then he took his cock in hand and guided it to her moist entrance. He shuddered when his skin touched hers, and he had to remind himself to go slow and be gentle. He wanted this to last, but more importantly, he didn't want to hurt his baby sister. Taking his time, he rubbed his cock head up and down her slick folds, parting them then pushing his head firmly at her entrance but not entering her. Every woman he had ever slept with loved when he teased her with his cock. It drove them absolutely wild. After only several minutes, they would be begging him to ram his cock in and fuck them hard and deep. He didn't figure his sister was any different.
After about a minute of that teasing – the slow up and down rubbing of his flesh against hers, then a slight forward pressure against her hole, and repeating- Rina's breathing began to change. It was only a slight deepening in breaths, but Melchiorre recognized it for what it was. He grinned, his teeth flashing white in the dark. She was starting to get worked up without even knowing it. He was going to have so much fun fucking Rina. And at that thought, his patience wore out. He had to take her now, had to be inside her now. She was ready, hungry even in sleep, for his cock. Biting his lip to stifle any possible noises he might make as he entered her, Melchiorre rubbed up and down once more, then pushed steadily at the entrance to her pussy. He pushed a little, drew back a fraction, then pushed, then drew back, then pushed. Her breathing hitched a little more, and she wiggled her hips back and forth, as if she were trying to assuage the itch he had awoken inside her. Melchiorre took this as a very good sign and pushed a little more firmly, feeling her flesh give steadily the harder he pushed. Her heat beckoned him, but he leashed his lust and vowed to go slowly.
Rina murmured something and tossed her head, one hand coming up to rest atop one of her aroused breasts. Then she settled and her breathing evened out again. Melchiorre rolled his eyes. She may have fallen back asleep, but she wouldn't be asleep for much longer.
He pulled back out completely, shutting his eyes as the sensations of her tight, warm pussy disappeared, then went back to teasing her entrance with his cock. Only a few seconds passed before Rina's breathing again deepened and she wiggled her butt. This time Melchiorre would take her. He began his slow entrance, watching Rina's face. Her brows drew downward, crinkling, and she reached her hand down to where his cock head was half in her and tried to scratch. He caught her hand and placed it over his heart. He wanted her to feel how hard his heart was beating. Then he gave one good firm push and his whole head popped in. He groaned, he couldn't help it. She was tight and wet and hot and he wanted to slide home completely and just stay there like that.
Soon, he promised himself, very soon.
At his penetration Rina woke up with a startled hitching gasp of breath. Her eyelids fluttered and she mumbled sleepily in confusion. Her hand fisted then flattened out over his warm skin, and she curiously allowed her fingers to rub over his nipple.
Melchiorre pulled out completely, then popped back in, and Rina came fully awake, eyes widening, mouth opening, hand pressing firmly against his chest.
"Melchiorre, noooo." she murmured, staring into her oldest brother's eyes in shock.
"Shhh baby, it's okay." He withdrew and slid back in, going deeper. Her brows tightened and she took a deep breath, as if bracing herself. He did it again, going even deeper, and she made a low rumbling noise in her throat and wiggled her hips. He loved the way her heat enveloped him, the way her tight sheath gave slickly and enticed him to go deeper. The third time Melchiorre withdrew and pushed back in, he knew he had gone as deep as he could go. Surprisingly, she took five of his eight inches easily. He imagined in other positions, like cowgirl and doggie, he could go even deeper. The thought made him shudder, and he groaned again. He pulled out and slid back in once more before pausing to allow his sister time to adjust to him. Her inner muscles had clamped deliciously around him and she'd moaned when he hit the soft spongy tissue deep inside her. But her neck arched in instinctive pleasure and after the moan a barely audible gasp of delight escaped her.
"You're beautiful," he whispered. He slid his arms beneath her knees and lifted her legs, draping them over his forearms and gripping her hips. She gasped his name very softly, "Melchiorre," and moved her hands to grasp his arms. Their gazes held, and he waited, waited for her breathing to slow, waited for her vaginal muscles to unclamp. Her nipples were tight, hard little points placed perfectly atop the two beautiful mounds of her breasts. After what seemed an eternity to him, Melchiorre began to move, pulling out all the way and then sliding fully back in. He set a slow and steady rhythm, watching her face intently while he moved deeply inside her. She was biting her lip, her brows slightly furrowed, and her fingers dug into his skin. He could tell she was fighting it.
He would have none of that. She had enjoyed what Dante had done, and she would enjoy what he did too.
Melchiorre bent forward, which angled him tantalizingly inside her and caused her to swallow a groan, and nudged her ear with his nose, then blew gently into it and flicked his tongue over the lobe. She tried to jerk her head away, but there was really nowhere to turn. He simply trailed his lips lightly down her throat and nuzzled her jaw, kissing the milky skin lovingly. His hands trailed leisurely up her tight stomach and molded over her wonderfully full and soft breasts. He cupped his palms over the turgid peaks and pinched them gently with the calloused flesh. Her back arched before she could control herself. Melchiorre smiled against her skin and nibbled and licked his way back to her ear, poking his tongue into it teasingly, then deeper, swirling it around the whorls of the shell and biting lightly on the lobe. She swallowed hard and her hands moved up his forearms, then back down them in an unconscious caress.
Melchiorre pressed his lips to her cheek, and to the cheekbone beneath her eyes, and then brushed his lips in a feather light kiss over them when they fluttered shut. Then he settled his mouth over hers, and held it there -not pushing, not demanding, not taking; just waiting. He forced her to breathe his breath, and greedily took in hers. It was an added intimacy. Her lips parted and he swept his tongue inside, still watching her.
She didn't push her brother away. She made a distressed noise and tightened her hands around his arms, but remained still. Very very still, as if she were focusing on what he was doing to her, everywhere. Their skin sliding against each other, hers silky, his covered in crisp black hairs that would tantalize pleasurably. His hands massaged her breasts, pausing once in a while to tweak a nipple, then soothe it with the pad of his thumb and return to massaging.
