by Candy Quinn
And that same man was eating her cunt then and there, atop her bed.
She knew it, on some level. There was no way a dream could possibly be so vivid. So realistic. There was no way it could feel as if someone’s tongue were pressed into her, strong hands around her thighs, holding them further and further apart.
He had such strength, and part of her wanted to keep pretending she was asleep, to see what he’d do. But she already knew.
He was working her towards that point of no return.
She moaned his name once more.
~Chapter 31~
Zach sank his long, strong fingers into her flesh as he felt her climb that peak. It was hard to believe she could still genuinely be asleep, but as she called his name he knew it hardly mattered anymore. Asleep, awake, she was just lost in the sea of pleasure he cast her into, and he planned to take her all the way across it.
He bent his hulking, broad form over her, licking and lashing at her cunny, forcing her loins to receive his lavish affections even as she gushed and lost all control.
Lifting her body towards his face, he took her over that edge. Her thighs tightened around him and held him in a vice grip as she screamed. Her fingers gathered her nipples and she tugged them gently, extending her own pleasure as she bucked against Zach’s face, her entire body jerking against him.
The gush of warm honey across his tongue overflowed onto his face, and he could barely keep up with it, swallowing down her nectar as she came upon his handsome young face. Zach continued all the while to tongue her sensitive clit, to prod her delicate nethers as she wailed and writhed before him, crying out, squealing and screaming in overwhelming pleasure.
He took such joy in it, filling the house with her cries of ecstasy. Helping drag out that moment for her as long as possible as he tongued her little wet twat again and again, wanting to control that pretty beauty that was his sister. His.
Never had he felt like that before, not about any other girl. It was a weird change for him to not just want to fuck a girl, but to make her cum as well. To make her come crawling back, addicted and needing more.
He wanted to make her obsessed, so that she wouldn’t turn away from him once their world came back into clearer focus.
She softened, finally, as her orgasm ebbed and her eyes fluttered open, a soft smile tugging at her lips.
“Wow,” she murmured softly, still panting for breath.
Zach rose up over her, licking around his glistening lips, savouring her honey as he watched her there, panting in the afterglow of her blissful climax. He ran his hands along her porcelain thighs, grasped her hips and let it be known with little more than that commanding presence of his, that she wasn’t going anywhere. She was not done. Would never be done, until he said so.
He let his broad, chiselled chest puff out, the thick muscle on display as his dick jutted out, hard and aroused.
She looked at him with such a strange glint. Like a corruption of youthful love.
Her tongue ran along her lips as well as she dropped her eyes to his cock, her small chest rising and falling with her eager breathing. She wanted him so bad. He knew, as her legs pulled from his shoulders, spreading and letting her wet flower blossom open.
Zach slid his hand down over his hard, stony abs, through the blonde tuft of pubic hair, to grasp at the base of his thick, throbbing cock. He took hold of that member, hefted its thick length and smacked it against her moist petals, teasing her clit some more as he let the comparison of that beefy manhood to her tiny cunny really sink into her head.
“You’re mine now, princess,” he growled, and though he meant it to be something else, it sounded so lustful, so controlling. He grasped her thigh tightly in his free hand, and held her there beneath him, feeling every bit like a brutish man of the wild, laying claim to a mate.
He didn’t want to risk another visit from family, another interruption to what was going to be the sweetest moment of his life. Yet at the same time, he wanted to make her moan. He wanted her to remember it for all time, to look back at the time she’d lost her virginity with nothing but desire.
He guided his flared crown up along her pussy, teasing her. Drawing it out as his body sparked with sensation. His dark eyes were on her pristine, blue ones.
“Beg for it,” he commanded, his voice hard.
He was worried he’d gone too far when her lower lip trembled, and she looked so sweet and innocent.
Her hips, though, betrayed her. She lifted herself up off the bed a little, begging with her body, though not her words.
“Say it, princess, or you won’t get it.”
Her eyes widened in fear or annoyance, he wasn’t sure which, but her mouth parted quickly after.
“Please, Zach,” she purred. “I need more.”
That made him smile wickedly, hearing those perfect words from her beautiful little pink lips. He wet his own pair, and trailed the thick, smooth crown of his dick down to her cunny opening, prodding at it with his tip, stretching that sweet little hole with his member, watching how it made her face contort.
He was bigger than her little toys, that was for sure.
Though his patience for drawing it out was very limited. He needed her. Needed to feel her around him, and with one sharp, hard thrust, he buried his dick into her pussy, forcing that tight little quim to stretch about his girth fully.
Robbing her of her innocence. She’d never be innocent again because of him.
She was narrower than he’d expected, and his vision seemed to almost black out for a moment as he arched back his head. He moaned lewdly, feeling her little sleeve of a cunt clench at his dick so tight.
“Fu-uck,” he grunted out.
She screamed, the warbling sound of both intense pain, and a deep need fulfilled. She struggled to get away from him, inching up the bed, but his hands were on her hips, holding her in place and making him take his full cock. He wanted her to take it all, raw and completely bare.
With other girls, he’d always made sure to wear a condom. But his little sister had never fucked another man, so there was no point in putting that barrier between them. Besides, the way her sweet pussy throbbed around him made it feel so much more real as he opened his eyes halfway to look at her.
Her face was contorted into an ‘o’, her fingers dug into the pillow at the sides of her head as her back arched so high, thrusting her small breasts towards him.
~Chapter 32~
It was Sylvia’s first time — her very first time! — with a man inside of her. And brother or not, Zach’s cock felt magnificent. Simply magnificent.
That raw, hard rod filled her up more than she could’ve imagined, and even as he kept her pinned down beneath him, he raised one hand up from her hips to grasp at her pert little breasts, then switched, so that he was grasping them both.
All the years of mocking her tiny chest size, and there he was… groping at them, as if they were the finest pair he’d ever felt. And she knew for a fact he’d had some big ones. He’d gone out with that bimbo Alicia after all, and she had the biggest rack in the whole school — and then some!
He loomed over her, staring down at her with such twisted desire and affection as he squeezed her tits and began to tug back on his hips, pulling her tight little twat along with his cock until he slid slowly back.
It had hurt, she couldn’t deny that. But when he was hilted within her, playing with her breasts, that pain quickly disappeared and was replaced with such raw, animal need. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in and grinding herself against his cock. She didn’t want him to leave her, and she mashed her sensitive, over-pleasured clit against his pubic hair.
Looking over her pale body to where she intersected with his tanned form was crass as anything she’d ever seen, but hotter than the sun. Her breathing quickened again as she ground into him, not caring that his cock was completely bare within her.
“Zach,” she murmured, her brain too foggy for more intense words than that.
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Her brother certainly minded the raw, unprotected nature of her first time no more than she did. He was groaning hoarsely and roughly as he fucked her. His powerful body forcing back against her legs to then thrust back in, denying her control of the situation as he pumped into her little cunny. The loud slap of those heavy, cum-laden balls against her ass filling her room just as the scent of their fucking already did.
“Sis,” he growled out in response to her. At last a discernable word!
Though it sent a shiver through her. A reminder of how wrong what they were doing was.
What if he actually got her pregnant?
Another chill ran down her spine, but she looked up at him through her lidded eyes and wondered if it’d be so bad. Being her big brother’s little pregnant princess. Her mouth trembled again as she lowered her legs, giving him the control even as she lifted her hips and took him in deeper.
It wasn’t long ago, after all, that she was thinking of how great it’d be if her brother’s friend would fuck her, knock her up, and free her from a life of constant struggle to perfect her body, perfect her skill at her gymnastic art. Would it really be so different if it were Zach taking his place in that fantasy instead? He was bigger, hotter… more virile.
Oh her mind was getting away from her!
Of course, there were a myriad of downsides, but then in the moment… she could think of none. Not the shame of being found out, certainly. Lust clouded her mind, and there was just the raw thrust of a big, meaty dick filling her up again and again, and what it’d mean when those loud moans of his would signal his climax inside her.
It was so wrong, but it felt impossibly right. Like all the stars had just aligned, and she brought her fingers down to her clit, beginning to rub that over sensitive bud before he slapped her hand away.
Her eyes widened in shock, and he was looking down on her, looking dangerous and hot as hell.
“Did I say you could touch yourself, Princess?”
Those words did such things to her mind, making her moan before she could even stop herself.
“No,” she murmured.
He caught her wrist, holding it and pinning it over her head, keeping her in place as his mouth found hers. It was hard, an almost bruising kiss, and it stole her breath away.
She never would’ve expected such passion from her big brother, such all-consuming fiery passion. Yet there it was, in the way he pinned her down, in the way he kissed her so deep and hard, in the way he fucked her like it wasn’t just her first time, but his. As if the pleasure he got from sticking his dick into her was incomparable to any of his past experiences.
Was it too much to hope he was just as obsessed with her?
His fingers ran down along her side, over her hip, before they snaked in between them and his thumb found her clit. His tongue whipped against hers as he ground his hips into hers before breaking the kiss.
“You ask for permission from now on, because this is mine,” he growled.
His?
Her entire body trembled, a pulse of pleasure going through her and making her cry out at his words, at how they made her feel.
She’d never been so turned on in her life.
“You’re going to cum in me?”
He gave her tit an extra rough squeeze before bringing his hand up to cup her cheek and force her gaze upon his, making their eyes lock intensely as he pumped her cunt and worked her clit.
“Of course I am,” he growled to her, his large, hard body shuddering a little from the pleasure. “I’m going to pump you so damn full, sis.”
Her lip quivered again and he pushed down on her for another kiss, massaging her cheek and hairline with one hand as the other worked her clit. He was sending her body into overdrive. It felt like something so much more than just simple lust, some innocent exploration of one another’s bodies.
He was taking a big risk with her, and fucking her like she’d never dreamed she could be fucked.
And then he pulled back, forcing her gaze to remain on his.
“And after I cum in you, you’re going to suck me until I’m hard again, and then ride me so I can see what this gorgeous gymnast body of yours can do.”
His commanding presence, the way he took such complete control of her, the situation, it made her whimper and mewl without wishing to. She quivered and shuddered beneath him, unable to truly move from her position with his massive form keeping her pinned, but that only added to the titillation. Being controlled by her big, hunk of a brother, who wanted her so very, very dearly.
He pressed down upon her clit and she trembled, sparks going through her body.
“You’re going to cum on my dick, Princess, aren’t you?” he growled, and Sylvia looked at him, nodding her head like a brain dead bimbo. She was reduced to a mess of lust and need beneath his body, and he was driving her mental.
She watched as best she could with how overpowering it all was, saw her brother thrust into her, filling her up and pumping her full so hard, so gleefully. His tanned form, glistening with a thin sheen of perspiration as he built towards his release at such a titanic pace. He was a freight train barreling towards his destination, and his thumbing of her clit was intent on bringing her with him.
“Cum on my cock, you little sister-slut,” he commanded, his heavy, growling voice hitching a little as he grew nearer and nearer to his own climax.
The idea that her brother was fucking her, that he was going to cum in her!
That was what sent her toppling over the edge, screaming so loud she swore she could feel the house shake, and her throat ached with the intensity.
There was nothing in her mind, just pure, white hot bliss.
Which was followed soon after by pure, white hot bliss of another sort, as her hunk of a brother finished claiming her virginity nice and thoroughly and his big, hard body undulated atop her. His thick cock throbbed and stretched her little cunny, and he grunted and moaned like a beast in heat.
“Take it!” he bellowed through a strained throat as he lost all control, and blew such a massive load of cum deep inside her, flooding her little pussy, her fertile womb, with all that virile seed.
He shuddered and quaked, his dick spasming as it disgorged thick gouts of creamy cum up into her, one after another, more and more to completely soak her once-virginal womb with his incestuous seed.
It took her so long to come back down from that high, her throat coarse and raw as she struggled for breath. She hadn’t realized, but her fingers and nails had dug into Zach’s arms as she clutched him so hard through her climax, sinking into those thick, hard muscles of his.
When she looked up at him, though, her smile broadened and all doubt was removed from her mind. There was no shame lingering there, no regrets.
~Chapter 33~
Zach looked down at his sister in awe. Awe at what they’d done, awe at how fucking much he wanted to do it with her again. And again.
He kissed her once more, not as hard as before, but all the passion was still there. Their mouths smacking noisily as they tongued and then parted.
“Good girl, sis,” he husked in approval, his dick still lodged within her, spurting the last of his seed as they lay there, his perspiration leaving his musculature glistening over her as he admired her beauty, felt her sides up, her breasts, her hips. He no longer had to pin her, only enjoy her.
They’d crossed that threshold, and she looked so damned happy. She was so beautiful when she smiled, and he wasn’t rough with her. He didn’t want that smile to go away.
He caressed her as his body stilled, and he could still feel her tight cunny throb around him. His lips went down to her neck, kissing her throat softly as he moaned into her.
With the immediate need of their first fuck out of the way, he took his time to lavish and adore her beautiful little form. How smooth and taut her dainty gymnast body was, how absolutely divine it felt against his hard, bulky muscle.
He kissed down her neck to her shoulder, then along to he
r breast, plucking a few more moist kisses before he got to her pert, pink little teat. He licked at her nipple, tasted and tongued it before suckling. That sweet little tip so delightful to tug at and adore.
It was so stiff against his tongue and teeth as he grazed over them, and she let out a soft purr of affection as her hand went to his hair, stroking it tenderly as she ground and gyrated beneath him.
His back was arched to get at her like that while still lodged inside her, she was so much shorter, tinier than him. He had to contort his thick muscles to make it work, but he wanted her so damn bad.
Finally, after tugging at her teat for so long, he pulled back his hips, slid his cock from her puffy little cum-filled slit, and let her drool his spunk as he rose up to loom over her.
“Well, my little Princess…” he began, breathing heavily as he looked her over, his voice so changed to her ears. “You’re not a virgin anymore.”
~Chapter 34~
His words were so dark, but she giggled. Maybe it was just nerves, or adrenaline, but she couldn’t hold that soft, tinkling sound back.
“This is messed up,” she tittered, her breathing still heavy and her eyes sparkling as she looked over his face.
She thought she might’ve angered him at first, pissed him off. But when she saw that wry grin form upon his face, she knew it tickled him just as it had her.
“You’re the one all messed up,” he said, but when his eyes dipped to the sloppy white mess of her cunny, she got his meaning clearly.
She pressed her thighs together, suddenly embarrassed before she relaxed back on the bed, looking at him with such a mixture of emotions. Affection. Lust. Desire. Warmth.
It wasn’t like how she usually felt about him. Not at all.
His gruff, bullying front was gone, and she was left with a tender, affectionate — if still controlling — lover, who fondled and admired her whole body. Who took his time to appreciate her every inch with clear desire and appreciation.
