Arousing Family

by Emelia Andersen

  You hold out your hands and pull me up to stand in front of you. Your lips touch mine lightly as you twist us and seat yourself in my place. Your hands rest on my hips again and then around to the small of my back, up under my shirt as you trace the line of my spine and the contour of my shoulder blades. My eyes close as they circle round to my stomach and up to cup my breasts, your thumbs sketching teasing rings around my nipples through the thin material of my bra. I catch my breath and moan when they finally make contact.

  You grip the hem of my shirt and lift it quickly over my head, tossing it aside with one hand while you unfasten my bra with the other, and your lips have taken up on my now bare skin where your hands left off only a breath before. Everything but your touch fades away as you pull a taut peak into your hot mouth. Your tongue flicks over puckered skin as you roll the other nipple between your fingers. I feel control slipping away and reign in my desire with difficulty.

  "Stop."

  Your eyes are as passion-glazed as mine as you pull away, your hands dropping into your lap where your erection presses against your pants. You look at me to protest but say nothing, seemingly at a loss for words.

  "Undress."

  The momentary confusion melts and the smoldering heat in your eyes leaps into licking flames as you realize the reason for my sudden mood swing.

  You rise and strip rapidly, then stand silently, waiting for further instruction. I let my eyes slide over you slowly and as they drop to your cock it swells further with the attention.

  "Lie down."

  I see your adam's apple bob as you swallow. "Yes, mam." You've found your voice, low and hoarse.

  I feel the heat pool between my legs as I reach into the drawer in the bedside table and pull out a familiar length of pliable rope. You offer up your hands with only a glance and a slight dip of my head. I wrap the rope round both wrists and then knot it between them and raise your arms until they rest on the pillow above your head. I have to lean over you as I slip a quick loop through the eye-bolt fastened into the headboard, and take care to avoid the smallest touch even though you lift your head and strain toward me.

  You watch me as I straighten and back away from the bed to make sure that you have an unobstructed view as I remove my dress. A new song, slow and sultry has just queued and I swing my hips provocatively to the music as I undo my garter and let it fall to the floor. My hands stroke my exposed skin, running slowly over my stomach, and then up to caress the curves of my breasts. I know how badly you want to touch me and pinch my nipples roughly, rolling them between my fingers as you did earlier. My pussy clenches in response, and I release one nub to slide my hand beneath the already sodden black lace of my panties.

  Your eyes are glued to my crotch, your cock rock hard, as I move closer to you. I kneel on the bed inches from your face, close enough as you turn your head, that I'm sure you can feel the radiating heat of my arousal.

  "Make me cum," I command, rubbing my swollen clit. You look at me in confusion as I make no more movement toward you.

  You stare at me almost desperately, pulling against your constraints but unable to make contact.

  "Tell me what you want to do to me."

  Words pour from your mouth as you detail for me how you would please me and one hand slides into the leg of my panties to plow my soaking pussy even as the other works my clit feverishly.

  My back arches and your presence is forgotten as I climax, your words blending into the now pulsing beat that comes from the speakers.

  As my breathing evens my eyes come to rest on your throbbing cock and I settle back on my heels and begin to stroke it with my cum-slicked hand. Slowly, slowly, until your breath becomes labored and you begin to moan.

  "Please." Your voice is strained.

  I stroke you faster until each breath is audible, every exhale a groan. I know your body, its rhythm and tells. I watch you, the muscles in your legs and ass defined as you strain toward orgasm, wait until your hips rise off the bed moments before release --

  "Not yet." I release your cock and slap the front of your thigh sharply. You lift your head and cry out, both pain and frustration evident as you clench your teeth, frozen, eyes closed, for a several seconds before your head falls back to the pillow.

  Despite the raised red print on your leg, your cock stands at attention. I nudge your inner thighs just above your knees.

  "Open for me, slave."

  You spread your legs and I shift to kneel between them. Vulnerable and exposed, your thighs quiver as I run my nails up sensitive skin until my knuckles graze your balls and I watch them tighten in response. My hand circles your shaft and I lower my head to take you into the wet heat of my mouth. My lips seal around the head of your cock and my tongue flicks over the sensitive depression on its tip. You groan and my mouth moves more quickly over steel sheathed in satin smooth skin.

  "Please." The words seem torn from your throat.

  My only response is to allow my teeth to graze your shaft warningly and the bite of my nails as they dig into your leg. Your strained breathing as you attempt to comply to my silent order almost pushes me over the edge.

  I rise abruptly to look at you, your face passion-flushed. I shed the last bit of clothing that separates us and plant my hands on the bed either side of you to slide up your body. I pause as my lips reach your nipples, drawing one into my mouth and rake my teeth across it. I pinch and tug at the other in the same moment and your breath catches as you inhale. You groan again when my soaking pussy covers your cock. I rock my hips and you close your eyes as your raise your hips to meet me. I'm not ready to give you your release yet, though.

  I reach up for the headboard and pull myself up until my knees rest on your shoulders. You lift your head toward my sex, mouth open to accept the juices nearly dripping from its folds.

  "You want to lick my pussy, slave?"

  "Yes," you reply.

  "Ask nicely."

  "Please. Please can I lick your pussy?"

  I smile and thrust my hips toward your face. You assault my pussy eagerly, lapping up my juices and sucking my clit into your hot mouth. I grip the headboard with both hands and lean my head against the cool wall, rocking my hips. I try to keep my pace slow, to prolong the pleasure your tongue arouses. But I can't hold back for long, my movements fevered as I fuck your face. My head thrashes back and forth as the intensity of my climax reaches its peak and I cry out. My legs shake in the aftermath, my breathing erratic.

  I slide back down your body until your cock is once more surrounded by my slick folds, until our mouths are separated by only a breath. It is not the tender kiss of early evening now. I push your head back and I pull your bottom lip between my teeth and bite down. My tongue pushes between your teeth - tastes the metallic sweetness mixed with the tang of my juices. I rock my hips and feel your cock surge and throb as it slides against my sex.

  I thrust abruptly and take you in to the hilt. Your back arches, your knuckles white where they clutch at the headboard as you rise to meet me. I stay my movements, wait for you to regain control before rolling my hips back until just your head is held tightly in my heat. Slowly, slowly I lower myself onto your cock, rocking my hips steadily. Slowly, slowly I take you back up again until your breath comes in rough pants, each thrust met with a begging refrain for release. I watch you, watch your eyes lose focus, your brows pull down, your mouth open to draw in ragged breaths, before pulling you back from the edge. Over and over your climax builds, more and more fervently you plead. A sheen of sweat coats your chest when I finally allow you to cum, a long, guttural moan torn from you that echoes in a suddenly silent room.

  You shudder as my pussy tightens around you one last time. I slide off you smoothly and flop onto my back on the bed beside you, reach up to the headboard to release your hands.

  The End.

  Challenging Mallory

  Mallory was eighteen. Her mother was a nurse and worked a lot, sometimes two or three days at a time. Mallory's older brother
Kris lived with them too. He was twenty four and had lost his job in the city six months before.

  This particular Saturday, her mother was at work until Monday at six a.m. Mallory and Kris were alone for the weekend. They were arguing a lot and getting on each other's nerves as they sometimes did when their mother worked a lot of overtime.

  Saturday afternoon, Mallory had a friend over to spend the night, they swam in the pool and spent the night up late talking and sharing secrets. Kris had told them atleast three times to shut up, they were keeping him awake.

  Sunday morning, Kris had argued with her about the night before. He'd forbidden her from having friends over and had locked himself in his room.

  Late Sunday night, Kris had pounded and pounded on the bathroom door. Mallory took her time in the shower and when she finally came out, Kris was pissed.

  They argued again, only this time, he was in her face. He backed her against the wall, threatening her and calling her names. When she went to walk away, she'd hurled the words, "Fuck You!" at him. He'd come down the hallway after her, knocking her to the floor.

  As she fell, the silk robe she'd been wearing fell open, revealing her bare body. He climbed on top of her, forcing her legs apart. "Is that what you really want little sister? To fuck me?"

  She could feel the hardness between his thighs, she could feel it pulse, wanting out and wanting her. She pushed him off of her, pulling her robe tight. When she got to her feet, she slapped his cheek and ran off.

  He went to his room, his cock was so hard. He pulled it out and jacked off right there. Spraying his trash can with the hot sperm. When he had his cock put away, he went to the garage for a smoke.

  He smoked a cigarette while he rolled a joint on the workbench. It hadn't been touched in years, so he'd begun using it when he wanted to smoke. His mother bitched him out for smoking weed, so he tried to hide it from her. As he lit the joint and took a long toke from it, Mallory came in the garage.

  "You're smoking again? Mom's going to be pissed!"

  "Mom's not going to find out. Now is she?"

  "She is when I tell her!" she threatened.

  "And I'll just tell her you showed me yourself, naked!" He countered.

  She flipped him off and turned to go back inside. "That's what you said earlier, then you chickened out!" he laughed.

  She walked over and took the joint out of his hand, sucking in the relaxing vibe, almost choking on it. She hit it a few more times before replying, "I've never chickened out on anything in my life!"

  He realized what he could do now, smiling he snatched his weed back and said,"You did earlier, I distinctly remember you saying Fuck You and when I tried to give you what you wanted, you pushed me away. Definitely chickening out!"

  When he finished hitting it again, he passed it back to his sister. "You want this or you going to chicken out again?"

  She grabbed it and took a long, slow hit and replied, "If I wanted to fuck you, I would. That wasn't a challenge."

  They finished the joint and he walked back to the house. She followed him to the kitchen before saying, "Like I said, that wasn't a challenge."

  He turned at the stairs and faced her, "Well, this is one...... With that, he dropped his pants and showed her his thick, eight inch cock. It was hard and hairless. He stroked it, making it grow even more. "You going to chicken out?"

  She was to him and on her knees in a matter of moments. She explored his groin area, rubbing his balls and stroking his cock. It throbbed in her hands, begging her to suck on it.

  She flicked her tongue across his ball sack, kissing her way up the shaft and finding his head. Her hand stroked his length while she popped the head in her warm mouth. She slobbered on him, her saliva dripping down to his balls. Her tongue flicking over it, popping it in and out.

  He placed his hands on his hips and arched his back, shoving his cock towards her. "That's close, but it doesn't count until you deep throat it."

  With that challenge laid out for her, she let go of his shaft and felt for his balls. She cupped them tightly, rubbing her fingers over them. Her mouth slid down to his balls, as deep as his cock could go down her throat. She gagged a little, drool running down his balls. She didn't let him go though, she bobbed, up and down.

  She twisted her tongue around his length, massaging the veins as she did. Her fingers crept down his ball sack, across his taint to his asshole. Her finger massaged his puckered hole, rubbing at the soft, tight skin.

  She pushed her mouth down further, soaking his balls more. She flicked her thumb across the pools of saliva before massaging his asshole with it.

  She licked her finger, drenching it before finding his hole again. This time, she didn't just massage. Her finger poked inside of him. He let out a long, low moan. He started to stumble, so she led him to the stairs.

  He set back against them, her lips caressing his length and her finger inside his ass. He spread his legs wider, allowing her room to his balls. She let his cock out of her throat and he stroked it, slapping it against her cheeks and her hungry, gaping mouth.

  She lowered her lips and kissed his balls. Flicking her tongue across and then licking between them, following the path to his ass. She licked the edges while her finger pushed in and out of him. He stroked faster and faster.

  He was panting heavily, his hand moving at rapid speed. She sucked his balls in her mouth in between licking a trail to his puckered ass. She could feel his pressure building. She teased him, every way something new for him.

  He'd had sex before, but no one had given him such a wonderful blow until now. He stroked harder and harder, rubbing down over his balls and then stroking a few hard strokes. Finally he was ready to explode, she let go of him and opened her mouth.

  His orgasm was amazing. He stood up and his speed rose. Her mouth hung open and his cum just exploded from him. His seed sprayed across one cheek, in her mouth and finished spraying down the other cheek. It hit and ran down to her chin.

  She looked so cute, sitting at his feet, soaked in his cum. He didn't want to forget this, so he found his cell phone in his pocket and snapped a photo of his sister's face. She got a embarrassed and hurried away from him. He called out her name, but she kept going.

  The End.

  A Unexpected Road Trip

  Evening had set in across the Arizona desert. Driving along a stretch of a deserted highway on a warm summers evening set the mood for a playful romp with you.

  Due to the warm weather I decided to remove my top. Wearing already only a skirt without panties, it would take much to feel that warm air swirling around me as I undressed. You looked at me and smiled because you knew when I did this, that I was setting the stage for some foreplay. Something so sultry and sexy with the top down in the car and you driving, adding a warm evening, puts me in this sexy sultry mood.

  I leaned over towards you, while you continued to drive and slowly unzipped and unbuttoned your pants. Laying my head down towards your cock to play with was my form of relaxation. Like a security blanket of sexual pleasure. Me giving to you with no reasoning other than satisfaction and basic primal wants and needs. I started with handling your cock with delicate little teasing touches with my fingers. Slowly blowing on it and light little licks from my tongue caressing your cock up and down. Mmmm,,, could feel it hardening and responding to my little touches of joy. I put you on my pedestal of my ethereal world of sex. It exists with only the intoxication of erotic fulfillment for you. Your magnetic and masterful charm wants me to become your sexual slave to fill you needs of lust. And so out of my own wanton needs, I do that for you.

  In one instance that mood belonged to you and me. Within moments of my seducing your hardened stiff cock, silence was broken by the sounds of a siren. We could see the glare of lights approaching us quickly. "Shit!" You said. "Keep your head down, it looks like we have a highway patrol coming up on us." You proceeded to pull over and immediately right behind us pulled up the patrol car. You were sweating it a bit because you
happened to have two drinks not too long before we got on the road. Unfortunately, we were not able to get back into our appropriate attire due quick interruption of the situation. The patrol person came up to the car and to make it worse, not that it is a condemning statement, it was a woman. We all know they never give anyone slack. She eyed us both precariously and asked you to step out of the car. You had already gotten out your registration and license for her so that she could move on without a glitch and you could go back to my sucking your swollen cock. So we hoped! She looked down at your unzipped pants and with your cock still a bit out in the open, she smiled and asked if you were enjoying your evening. You said that we had a long drive back and was having a bit of fun. She then asked you if you had been drinking. You said yes and mentioned you had only two. Oops, that did it.

  A look from her gave us the know that this was not in our favor. So we thought. Hell, my top was still off as for I was afraid to make any movement at all to get it back on. Awkward situation, believe me! She slapped the cuffs on you and told you to sit in the back seat of the patrol car. You were sitting with your feet out of the door just waiting to find out what was going to happen next. She then asked me to step out. I did and walked towards her. She then asked me if I enjoyed giving blow jobs and being partially naked while in places outside of my own home. Well of course I do! It makes it fun. She gave me this devilish smile at that moment. You were watching and observing, still cuffed and sitting with your cock hanging out of your pants. She then told me to put my hands behind my back as she then proceeded to cuff me. Told me to bend over the back side of your car. All of this happening in clear site of you. She then removed her billy club and told me she was making sure I had nothing hidden under my skirt. Slowly lifting it up with the small club, then to my surprise started rubbing it in places that made me wonder what she was up too? She had lifted my skirt up so that you could clearly see what was going on with the club and my private parts of my body. Setting the scene of one incredible evening we both would experience and never forget.