Duncan struggled against the onslaught as he fought off her hands. Blocking, parrying, he pushed back at each hand as they aimed for his sides. Gaining ground, Priscilla pushed against his body hoping to gain entry into his armpit. Realizing what she was aiming for he intercepted and wrapped his arms around her, trapping her against him and preventing her from moving to tickle him.
Breathing a bit heavy from the nighttime combat, both stopped to grasp some air. In the middle of the undeclared truce Priscilla struggled against the wrap her brother had her in, her hands held down by her own arms as the crossed over her.
As Priscilla struggled, catching Duncan unaware she was able to get a hand free and moved to tickle when she felt something brush push up against her crotch, she had gone to bed wearing only her panties and a shirt. A light groan escaping from her lips.
Alarmed, Duncan looked into Priscilla's eyes as he felt his boner pressing hard against his sister. He saw alarm and something else in her eyes. As neither sibling moved for what seemed like an eternity. Duncan had heard the groan too and was frozen still from the shock to process what just what had transpired between the two.
There was a pause and part of Duncan felt like he had just imagined it Until he his sister rock her hips. It was a tiny motion and it did do anything more than mash his dick against her pussy both hidden behind clothes. But it did immediately made a big change for the Belville siblings.
Duncan couldn't fight the rapidly growing need as his hormones, blood, and desire surged forth. He rocked against her.
Another pause.
Duncan and Priscilla's eyes never left each other. Duncan's skin began tp prickle and he felt his breath coming out heavy not from exertion this time but from excitement.
Priscilla's hips answered him and soon they were both tiny rocking against one another. Their hot breath bathing each other as small groans and moans came from them. At first, they attempted to stifle them but noticing the other doing it too they began to relax letting their bodies derive pleasure from the grinding.
Starting up with both of them dry humping side-by side, Duncan gripped her by her sides and got on top. The brushing against each other that they were practicing evolving into grinding. Duncan reached around her hips and began controlling the thrusts as they got each other's motion. He kept his hands on her hips as they rode each other.
It wasn't enough, Duncan thought as he reached out, the norm having already been broken for the night and kissed her. The kiss was pure lust, nothing tender as they pressed lips against one another, bruising their lips. Neither cared as the last mental hurdle was passed. Grabbing ahold of his sister, Duncan's hands moved capturing her curves as he learned her body.
Priscilla wasn't passive as she moved her hands underneath Duncan's shirt lifting it as she scoured his back and then front, a grunt of approval between their kisses.
As the hands got more heated, Duncan discarded the shirt and Priscilla went on the offensive. As though waiting for the piece of fabric she attacked his neck, moving downwards. The kisses again were not tender and spoke of need and desire. Sexual release the goal.
She created a trail of bite-kisses while Duncan began reclining back letting his sister work her way down. Hungrily she kissed, making marks with her teeth that would fad, Duncan hoped. She continued down, unopposed until she reached the top of his boxers.
It was a natural stopping point. Priscilla looked up at Duncan as though searching for something. Duncan only managed nodding and she continued. The kisses turned gentle but kept their lusty passion as she kissed his mass over the boxers. Duncan groaned as the heat and attention of her mouth continued on his dick.
Then, like a gate broke, she tore off his boxers, ripping them from his legs as she continued to kisses but this time on the real article, unprotected from fabric. Duncan breathed out a low groan at his sister's attentive mouth worked on him. Her kisses worked up and down his shaft and an additional groan worked its way out of his mouth as he felt her hands gently nestle his balls, massaging them.
He felt her smile on his dick, priding herself on how good she was making her brother feel. Priscilla drew back and then went forward as she took him in her mouth. Duncan felt his hips began to slowly pump back and forth as he melted. Priscilla bobbed up and down, slowly and purposefully on his cock. Her acting like a suction lock as she moved her tongue while his dick remain incapsulated in her mouth.
Duncan, meanwhile, had his eyes staring at the ceiling, knowing that if he met his sister's eyes while she was going down on him he wouldn't last a second longer. Priscilla finally detached, kissing down the shaft more last time as she sucked down at the balls, taking her time with the right one and then the left one. She leaned back staring at Duncan, a self-satisfied smirk on her face.
"You're turn," Priscilla said, lifting her leg in the air, pointing at him with her toes. Leaving no room for error that these actions were transactive and done out of mutual sexual release.
Not a big fan of feet, Duncan did not have the same attitude when his body was doing its best to propel him to have sex. He started by kissing the big toe. Immediately rewarded by a giggle from Priscilla, he pressed on. Having not retracted her toes, Priscilla watched as Duncan gave lavish care to her foot as he kissed and sucked. Priscilla, not the ticklish one between them still found the odd sensation to be oddly arousing and satisfying as he kept it up. He continued up from the foot to the heel, from the heel to the calf and up to the thigh. It was here that Duncan knew to make the big moves.
He moved the same way she had done from his neck but this time the opposite way. He kissed and after he kissed he left a small bite, the way she had done as he journeyed up her thigh. He reached her panties and noticing a wet mark, kissing gently there before traversing the other thigh leaving the same kiss and bite that he had been doing. Priscilla made groans and moans of approval and seem especially approving of the kiss at her wet mark.
Finishing up with the other thigh, he journeyed up. He ducked underneath her shirt, earning him a small squeal as he resumed the kissing and biting. As he made his way up, he used his hands to start tugging off the shirt until it came off completely freeing his sister in front of him. Seeing the metal bars in his sister's nipples, he raised a brow over at his sister who looked away, a red hue appearing on her face and seemingly appearing on her chest too. At this point he had reached the point between her breasts when he moved over and began to lick her nipple, a strong metallic taste. Sensing a sharp intake of breath he redoubled his efforts. He clamped down on the nipple bar, and began to pull it back playfully, letting the pain and pleasure play out on his sister's face as he delighted himself with her chest.
As he started to feel a spread of wetness from below where his dick had once again found itself against her crotch, Duncan journeyed back down. The kisses and bites down her stomach until he reached the edge of her panties. He pressed his mouth on the soaked fabric, letting him get acquainted with her flavor. He gripped onto the sides of her panties as he slipped his fingers into them, pulling down.
Her pussy was shaven completely, the entrance slick with anticipation and getting wetter as he peered at it. He pressed his finger to the lips, massaging them, little whimpers from Priscilla pushing him along. Bending down further he licked the pussy from top to bottom. He put his thumb up to her clit that had become readily available and begun slowly circling it. Duncan felt her hand grab his forearm as she moaned from his touch. His tongue moving slowly up and down her. His tongue lashing around her and inside her as he kept working to find the perfect tempo as he listened to her body.
