A. Jacks - Two-way Lust

“Take it out,” he said in a husky whisper. His hands gently caressed her shoulders. “Take it out.”

“Yes,” she answered in a weak voice. Like a woman in a trance, she reached down and popped the two snaps to his pajamas. The fabric fell downward and he stepped free, standing naked. “Ohhhh, it’s beautiful.”

She reached out and tenderly caressed the rigid shaft of her own brother’s cock. This was a treasure, something that needed her and must be given her full attention. She moaned as the fatness of his prick jerked and twitched under her loving ministrations.

Phil’s own hands dipped from her shoulders and captured the two melon-like globes standing proudly on her chest. With the same loving touch, he fondled the warm balls of tit flesh, making their coral pink nipples stand stiffly erected and throbbing.

While he used his mouth and tongue on those two tempting cherries of flesh, her exploring fingers slid between his legs. There had been more than one man in her life, more than one cock she had sucked and fucked. But just feeling this man — her own brother — held an electric excitement she could not describe. Her fingertips drifted over the hairy sac of his balls. She felt the heavy kidney-shaped rocks within, delighted when he moaned and trembled.

A clear drop of thick preseminal fluid oozed from the crown of his cock. She smiled wondering what her brother tasted like, what he would do if she dropped to her knees and sucked the thick stalk of his sex into her mouth. The very thought of mouth-loving her own brother was too great a temptation.

Without a second thought, the voluptuous blonde sank to her knees on the kitchen tile. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, hungrily eating at the firm rod of man meat jutting from his loins.

Warm and slightly saline, the taste of his fluids filled her mouth. She savored them, enjoying the real taste of sex. Then she swallowed, only to slide down the pulsing rail and suck with all her might.

His bludgeoning prick filled her face, nudged at the back of her mouth, then slipped into her throat. She fought the urge to gag by breathing deeply through her nose.

Up and down, she sheathed and unsheathed the swollen staff of lust in her mouth. Beneath her still caressing fingers, she felt his testicles rise in their bag, the skin of his sac tightening around them. She was getting to him. She imagined the knot-like tautness growing in his groin, his fight with self-control to hold back the flood of jism until a last uncontrollable moment.

Her own body was also responding. If watching Jace and Melinda together hadn’t been enough, she suddenly found herself living a sexual fantasy. She was giving head to her own brother and she liked it.

Loved it, she corrected herself. I love sucking my brother’s dick.

She did. And she tried to convey the pure pleasure of having him in her mouth with licking tongue and sucking lips. She used every trick she knew on his cock, trying to provide everything this hot and needy rod wanted.

Phil’s hips began to rock back and forth in a slow, steady rhythm. She welcomed the in-and-out strokes of his prick. She no longer was just giving him a sisterly blow job. Now her brother was fucking her face.

She didn’t want him to come in her mouth. As much as she wanted to taste the fiery gushes of his jism, she wanted to feel this magnificent tool in her cunt more. She tried to ease back from his prick. But her brother’s hands firmly clamped to the back of her neck, preventing her retreat. She gave in, returning to her cock-eating task.

In and out his fleshy rod of hard, lusty desire slid between her edacious lips. Up and down, her head bobbed in time with his quickening strokes.

Her tongue licked and teased over the full circumference of his dick. She felt the increasing throbs that caused his cock to jerk within her cheeks; she felt him swell larger and grow even more turgid.

Then, he came.

Hot and thick, his come spewed into her mouth. It scalded over the pinkness of her tongue and blasted to the back of her throat. There wasn’t time to relish each gushing spurt. She sucked deeply and drank down the rush of sperm and semen to stop from being drowned in his release. Again and again she swallowed down her brother’s seed, wishing this fountaining eruption filled her pussy rather than her stomach.

Only when Phil’s trembling hands released her neck, did she slip off his cock. Licking the last traces of his release from her worshipping lips, her gaze rolled up to her brother.

He smiled down at her with adoration in his eyes and gratitude. He tried to help her to her feet, but was still too shaky to assist much. She moved into his arms, her cock-loving mouth covering his. They kissed deeply, neither inhibited by the fact that they were siblings. Their tongues dueled and probed, thoroughly lost in their mutual passion.

Phil’s hands drifted from her waist and cupped the demi-globes of her perky ass cheeks. He squeezed them a couple of times, then suddenly lifted to seat her on the kitchen table. He stepped back a bit, breaking their embrace. Her eyes, misty with love and lust, flickered open. To her surprise his cock still stood rigid from his crotch. He reached down and spread the luxurious softness of her shapely thighs, opening the way to the pouted lips of her cunt.

“Yes,” she nodded, fully understanding what he intended to do with that fat pole of prick. “I want to feel you, Phil. I want my brother’s cock in me.”

He needed no further urging. Gripping his pulsating shaft in a fist, he moved forward. Easily he pressed the engorged head of his sex into the open furrow of her cunt. Securely nestled there, just at the entrance to her quim, he wedged his hands under the mounds of her ass. Then he pulled forward.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” she moaned out in a deep voice of sheer pleasure.

Inward the swollen lance of his sex skewered. Ball deep, he sank his meaty shaft into the soft trench of her pussy. She moaned again, her stomach shuddering with waves of desire. Her legs wrapped around him, locking at the ankle.

He was so fat. His circumference strained the tightly gripping folds of her quim. Despite the flooding flow of juices that drenched her pussy, she didn’t see how he would be able to move within her.

And long! His cock seemed to jab up into her belly as though fully intent on skewering through her. Her brother was equipped with a cock that wouldn’t stop. She worried if she were woman enough to handle such a pussy pleaser as this.

With the first movement of his hips, she realized she was. The awkward, confined position restricted his strokes at first, giving her time to accustom herself to the strange bigness that filled her cunt to the brim. By the time he reached a steady in-out rhythm, her own body moved to his tempo.

“Tight,” he moaned and grinned at her. “My sister’s pussy feels as tight as a virgin.”

A virgin, she wasn’t. She showed him just how much of a woman he was balling by tightening her pussy around his massive cock and squeezing. He groaned, his eyes dulling over with a glaze of lusty pleasure. She relaxed, then clamped down again, enjoying the control she held over her own brother.

His cock jumped and jerked within the sleeving folds of her twat. Each jerk of his rod sent gooseflesh racing up and down her back. She moaned, swishing her ass a bit so that his prick twisted around within her, screwing even deeper into the humid harbor of her needy cunt.

He eased back, his cock inched from her pussy. His hands squeezed into the pads of her rear mounds and he hiked her higher. Inward he rammed the long, fat pole of his sex. Deeper, even deeper than before he drilled. She moaned, her body bucking and twisting in response to his massive invasion of her willing quiet.