Once again she circled his stomach and this time, when she reached the nether region, rather than sliding underneath him she stroked lightly over his girth and slid her hand downward touching also his sac before circling around again. This she did a few times, and with each stroke, she felt him grow, felt his engorgement, felt her own desire intensify until now she was stroking 'him' lightly with her whole hand. Thumb on one side and fingers lightly touching him on the other she closed her eyes and examined 'him' with her fingers. Stroking from the base on up to the tip and down again to his testicles first touching them lightly and on the next stroke cupping them with her hand.
She kissed her way down his chest as she held 'him' in her hand still stroking. Down to his belly, kissing him lightly as she dropped her head until finally she was where she wanted to be.
Michelle loved that part of a man. Adored it, the softness and the hardness of 'him'. And she loved not only touching it with her hand, but feeling it on her face. Kissing 'him' first, she lay next to him and moved his cock over her face touching her cheeks, her closed eyes, her nose, her lips. The smell was intoxicating to her. The wetness which emanated from the tip was nectar. The touch was almost enough for her to have an orgasm without ever having had sex. And with this man more than with any other man previously in her life. She didn't know what it was about him that was so different, but she recognized that he was, and she loved this feeling.
She placed him on the tip of her lips and opened them slightly, her tongue tasting the wetness there, her nostrils breathing in his scent and her mind wandered for a moment. His scent was different from others. Similar but different. His was one which had pungency to it. Clean, healthy, with a slight hint of the air around salt water sprayed up in the wind. And she wondered momentarily if she could name the various men who'd been in her life from their aromas. And then it went away again. Wrapping her lips around his head she kissed him lightly at first and then deeper. Pulling off him she ran her tongue down the side and up again, and again, and again before pulling him into her mouth once more.
He was most certainly awake now, his slumber having been pleasantly interrupted by her attentions. Knowing her, and enjoying the knowing, he moved only slightly putting his hands behind his head and breathing in deeply.
She felt this breath and smiled to herself as her mouth made love to him. Going as deeply as she could and then pulling back, trailing her tongue along the underside of his girth. Rolling her tongue on the tip and then going down again. Michelle loved trying to make it all the way down his shaft but hadn't yet learned the art of deep throat. She stopped as she hit the gag reflex but tried again, pressing forward until she almost made it to the hilt. She was proud of her progress and smiled at herself again.
Wanting to go faster, she knew that his preference was for slower, deliberate strokes and she accommodated him, gifting him with her mouth. Holding his sac in her hand she massaged him lightly as she worked his length.
She felt his hands as they now guided her head on him. Holding her hair tightly and moving with her rather than forcing her on him which was their habit when sex was more primitive, gutteral, and urgent. This morning was not that type of sex. It was truly her present to him and he knew it. His eyes were closed as he concentrated on her ministrations and he felt his own urgency rising. He breathed deeply and held it there and she knew that his climax was coming. Now the choice was hers, to take it in her mouth. To taste his seed that she so enjoyed, or, to withdraw and have his semen spread across her cheeks, nose, eyes, mouth. She loved them both but a choice had to be made. The choice was an easy one. He loved it when she held him in her mouth until he softened and this morning that is what she would do. And it happened.
Holding him just inside of her lips she wanted to taste his semen completely which she could not do were he deep in her throat. His eruption was powerful, and his seed tasted as she remembered. It was almost indescribable, but certainly there were tastes involved - a slight saltiness, an almost milky taste. But then there was the texture to it too. A thickness which she loved to swirl on her tongue until her own saliva diluted it's potency.
She swallowed and then pulled him deeply into her mouth again, cleaning him. One more time and then she moved up his body again and gave him a kiss.
"Good morning, my sweet."
The End.
Millie Visits Her Brother
MILLE hadn't seen her brother for almost a year. They had both been born in Edinburgh, but when Millie turned six her parents moved to London. Richard wanted to stay behind as he had just started secondary school and was settled in. So while Millie moved down South with her parents, her big brother stayed up North with their aunt and uncle.
Six months ago Richard left Edinburgh and was now renting a flat in North London, and had invited Millie over the forthcoming Saturday.
***
It was 1pm on Saturday when Millie rang the doorbell to Richard's flat. The door swung open and Richard greeted her with a grin. As she stepped forward he enveloped her in a big hug.
'Missed ya, wee sis.' Richard still had the Scottish accent that Millie had lost from moving away so young. She loved it, somehow it was comforting and made her feel secure. She hugged him back, breathing him in deeply. She didn't need to say she'd missed him, it was clear.
After giving Millie a tour of his place Richard suggested they do a bit of shopping and then stop off for dinner somewhere. Millie concurred that that was an excellent idea.
***
At about 3pm they were wandering around the shopping centre. As they passed La Senza, Millie noticed Richard look in and then glance at her, or at least she thought. Neither of them said anything and carried on walking.
'Are ya ready to go sis?' Richard asked.
'Erm', Millie stopped walking and did a mental run through her list, she didn't think there was anything she'd missed. 'Yeah, I guess so. Why are you looking at me like that?'
Richard was giving her an insinuating smile. She noticed the way only the right side of his mouth tilted up and for the first time she really understood why so many girls fancied him. Suddenly realising she was staring, Millie broke the silence. 'Shall we go?'
'How about we make one more stop?' That sly smile again.
'Sure, where?' By way of response Richard flicked his head as if to say, behind you. Millie turned around, they were standing in front of Ann Summers. She looked back at him.
'In there?' She didn't even try to hide the shock in her voice.
'Yup', Richard replied confidently and strolled off. A few seconds passed before Millie moved to follow, Richard had already disappeared inside the shop.
Hesitantly Millie made her way passed matching lingerie sets, frilly nighties and feather bowers. She wasn't sheepish because she was an innocent lamb, but shopping for this kind of thing with her brother was a first. She found him at the back of the store amongst various vibrating, swirling, knobbly objects. There was a couple back there with a toddler in a pram. Hmm, Millie thought, not really the place to come with your kid, but then it wasn't the typical place to go with you big brother either. Then they were gone and Millie and Richard were alone.
Millie stood beside Richard without saying anything, she didn't know what to say. He systematically picked up, tested out and rejected each of the items on display until he got to the last one. Millie watched him pick up the anal beads. He put down the display and turned to Millie. Just at that moment a shop assistant rounded the corner.
'You alright there guys?' she chirped and gave a practiced smile. Millie suddenly felt like a child who'd been caught drawing on the wallpaper. She was convinced the girl would realise they were brother and sister.
'Aye, we're fine thanks darlin'.'
'Ok,' the shop assistant blushed, 'just let me know if you need anything.' Millie was used to that reaction, apparently she wasn't the only one who appreciated her brother's accent.
'I think I'll wait outside,' Millie said.
'Aye, ok wee
sis,' Richard replied distractedly.
Five minutes later Richard appeared with a bag, Millie was more than a little curious but didn't dare ask what was in it.
***
After dinner Richard suggested they spend the night in and watch a film. Millie followed him with her eyes as he took down a DVD from his collection. What was that about earlier? she wondered. What did he buy?
Richard put the film into the player and turned off the light. What he did next surprised Millie. Without hesitation he undid his jeans and pulled them off. Her reaction surprised her even more. She was excited and couldn't deny it. She hadn't seen her brother in his boxers since he was a kid and his scrawny pale legs had certainly filled out. Sculpted thighs had replaced his skinny legs. But she didn't dare look at what she wanted to the most.
'Budge over sis, I wanna be comfy.' Millie scooted to the end of the sofa making room for him. Richard laid down and sprawled out, barely leaving room for her, resting his legs over hers. Tentatively she let her hand rest on his bare leg, just under his knee. She daren't go any higher.
'Don't you wanna relax a wee bit more? Come on sis, get comfy like me, I want ya t'feel at home here.'
'I'm fine,' Millie smiled and tried to seem relaxed. In actual fact she was wound as tight as a spring, what was happening?
'No yer're not. Look, come here,' Richard sat up and went to take off her t-shirt.
'Woah, what're you doing?' she feigned some protest.
'You'll enjoy the film more like this,' Richard continued unperturbed. He placed his hands on either side of Millie's waist and slid them up, her t-shirt rolled up as he did so. The first thing that struck Richard was how soft her skin was and any minor pangs of guilt he had disappeared instantly, and for good. Her warm body felt so good under his hands. He slid her top up over her head, revealing her. She certainly wasn't little any more.
Millie felt a bit embarrassed but more than anything, exhilarated. Her big brother was drinking her in with his eyes and she loved it. The surge of warmth she felt between her legs told her she was becoming moist.
'You got gorgeous tits, sis,' Richard said in a soft voice, 'you're not a wee girl any more, are ya.' Millie smiled her reply. 'Come and lay next to me', he said.
Millie laid down next to Richard, she let her arm fall across his chest and her breasts pushed up against his side. Richard slid his leg between Millie's so that his thigh rested between hers.
Realising there was no going back from this, that they would never again have a normal brother/sister relationship, Millie sunk her head into Richard's side and breathed deeply, closing her eyes. 'Hmm,' she sighed. Richard smiled. Millie thought back to when he'd opened the door for her earlier that day, she'd done the same thing then, let him envelop her completely, had she wanted this all along?
'Yer know, wee sis...' Millie looked up at him shyly, 'you could take off that skirt too.'
'OK.' Quickly, with ease and grace Millie slipped out of her skirt and let it drop to the floor.
'What's that say on ya panties, sis?'
'Je t'aime...'
'Let's have a closer look,' Richard leant down and slid one hand inside her small thong, lifting the fabric close to his face. Millie let out a gasp. The back of his hand brushed against her warm, silky mound.
When Richard felt how smooth and hot his little sister's pussy was his cock stiffened. It was rock hard now, he laid back so that Millie would see. Then he slid his arms around her, she leant into him and let him unhook her bra. The straps slid down and the bra began to fall. Millie felt vulnerable and sexy at the same time.
Richard dropped the bra onto the floor and looked at his little sis, her full breasts were tipped with gorgeously erect nipples. He lowered himself and took her left one into his mouth.
'Uhh,' Millie quietly moaned as she slid her hand behind his head and pushed him closer.
She nuzzled her face into his hair and gently pulled him away, lifting his face to hers, his mouth to hers. Gently pushing him back down she slid her hand down his chest and belly, feeling his tight abs. She ran her hand over his rock-hard cock, all the while exploring his mouth with her tongue. 'Take it out, wee sis'. Millie pulled down his boxers. She took his throbbing dick in her hand and slid his engorged, wet helmet into her mouth. Richard had never been with anyone who knew how to suck a cock like his little sister did. He wanted to cum immediately, but knew that if he did the pleasure would end. Instead he shuffled round a little and pushed two fingers inside Millie.
'Uhhh' came a muffled moan.
'Oh fuck, you're tight wee sis. And soaking'.
'Mmm' was all she could manage around his cock. She didn't want to stop.
As Richard finger fucked his sister he thought about how good it was going to feel to slide his cock into her. Millie took his whole cock into her mouth. As he came he could feel the head of his dick slapping against the back of her throat and knew his steaming cum was shooting down it. Next time he'd give her the chance to swallow.
Millie looked up at Richard, licked her lips and smiled.
The End.
Drive
Fiona smiled as she signed for the box. She wondered if the delivery driver had any idea what he was an accomplice to. As soon as she shut the door, she whipped out her pocket knife and opened the box. It contained only a note and a garage door opener. Had Victor sent her the wrong package? Where was the sexy outfit? She opened the note.
I expect you to wear what is in the box, which is nothing. You may arrive anytime between 7 and 9 pm. If you are uncomfortable walking from your car to the house, you may park in the garage. Text me a picture of your outfit when you leave, so I will know when to expect you.
Fiona realized this was a test. Victor had chosen a time close to sunset. If she picked the later time, her entire drive would be under cover of darkness. If she chose the earlier time she would be driving naked in full daylight. She wondered if the door opener was for her benefit or his. What would his neighbors think of a naked woman walking into his house? Fiona glanced at the clock. The early departure time was only 10 minutes away.
"Fuck it, " she said to an empty house. She pulled her T shirt over her head and tossed it on the floor. Her bra followed, then her shorts, and finally her underwear. She laughed, thinking this would be the first time she arrived at Victor's without panties. Usually she left without them.
Fiona walked into the hallway and looked at herself in the full length mirror. She stretched her arms over her head, scanning her skin for anything that needed attending to before she left. Satisfied, she picked up her purse. As she walked to the door, she did a quick inventory, making certain she had all her essentials. At the last minute, she grabbed a wrap from the closet. It was for an emergency. She did not want to explain to a traffic cop why she was changing a flat tire naked.
Fiona pulled her phone out of her purse. The picture she sent Victor was taken in the hall mirror. It showed her from the waist up, looking over her shoulder. She turned just enough to show the curve of her breast. Fiona put on a pair of sunglasses and opened the door to the garage. In the privacy of her garage, Fiona strode naked to her car. She was glad she would not have to explain to her neighbor why she was leaving the house without clothes. She pressed the button on her garage remote. Sunlight flooded in as the garage door opened. She left Victor's opener in the box it had arrived in. She was sure he could explain her appearance to his neighbors. Fiona wondered is she was the first woman to walk up to his house nude.
Fiona pulled out of the garage and onto the street. The sun was still well above the horizon, and anyone making more than a passing glance at her would realize she was at least topless. She reached up and pressed the button to open the sunroof. Fiona felt the warm sun on her breasts. Traffic was thin, and she was hitting all green lights. She saw one driver do a double take has he passed her, but almost everyone was focused on something other than a naked woman out for a drive.
It was the last light before the freeway that caug
ht her. She was in the left lane with a small car in front of her. To her right was a delivery truck, which shielded her from the people on the sidewalk. A pickup truck idled behind her. She wondered how much of her body was reflected in her mirrors. Fiona saw the driver in front of her adjusting his mirror. She wondered if he was trying to get a better look at her. He slowly turned around and looked at her. "Busted," she whispered to herself. Seconds later the light turned green, and she tapped her horn to redirect the driver's attention. He pulled ahead of the delivery truck, then slowed down to let Fiona pass him.
"Please don't cause a wreck," Fiona mumbled as she accelerated past him. She sat up straight and turned slightly towards him as she whizzed by. "Enjoy the view."
Fiona watched the car vanish in her rearview mirror as she pulled onto the highway. The drivers here were even more oblivious. She pulled alongside a semi and waved her arm out the sunroof. When she had the drivers attention, she pumped it up and down, trying to get him to honk the big truck's horn. He took a long look at her, smiled, and the horn blared. Fiona waved vigorously enough for her breast to shake as she accelerated away. She wondered if Victor intended for her to enjoy the drive over. There was a tense moment when she passed a parked police car. She wondered if she could be ticketed for driving without clothes. The police car did not pursue her, and her thoughts turned to what would happen when she arrived at Victor's house.
The exit that would take her to Victor's house appeared sooner than she expected. She navigated the neighborhood streets cautiously. The sun had set, giving her the cover of twilight as she pulled up in front of his house.
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